A Solitary path he chose to become wise,
Embracing darkness in the night skies,
Drowning in his own thoughts chasing the moon,
As the dawn approached, he'd sleep till noon.
A girl, arrived unfolding a gentle twist,
A first sunrise they both adored in the midst,
Welcoming the warmth of sun on sleepy eyes,
She taught him how to greet the morning skies.
She brought sunrise to his endless night,
Weaving the threads of morning light,
He learned to greet the sun's first kiss,
Enjoying the dawn, a canvas painted with bliss.
Now, every sunrise holds her trace,
A memory that no time can erase,
A hope that bloomed as a brand-new day began,
The night owl turned as a morning man.
Nov 29, 2023
Nov 29, 2023 at 4:16 AM UTC
A Solitary path he chose to become wise,
Embracing darkness in the night skies,
Drowning in his own thoughts chasing the moon,
As the dawn approached, he'd sleep till noon.
A girl, arrived unfolding a gentle twist,
A first sunrise they both adored in the midst,
Welcoming the warmth of sun on sleepy eyes,
She taught him how to greet the morning skies.
She brought sunrise to his endless night,
Weaving the threads of morning light,
He learned to greet the sun's first kiss,
Enjoying the dawn, a canvas painted with bliss.
Now, every sunrise holds her trace,
A memory that no time can erase,
A hope that bloomed as a brand-new day began,
The night owl turned as a morning man.
~ pk_tunuri
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