I woke up to a sunrise this morning -
a beautiful pink sky
with gentle clouds of yearning.
My drowsy eyes arduously stared;
(still in a dream) they were not prepared
for what would first meet them - this sight -
when they had closed for the night.
Slowly, my smile starts growing
as, slowly, the sleep leaves me.
The blushing sky whispers.
The blushing sky sings
songs of life, of beauty and wondrous things.
Incredulous, I am rapt.
I can't help feeling undeserving.
After revealing it's kingship
it slowly sings me back to my restless sleep.
I woke up to a sunrise this morning -
a beautiful pink sky.
In the dawn, the only person alive.
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 12:05 AM UTC
I woke up to a sunrise this morning -
a beautiful pink sky
with gentle clouds of yearning.
My drowsy eyes arduously stared;
(still in a dream) they were not prepared
for what would first meet them - this sight -
when they had closed for the night.
Slowly, my smile starts growing
as, slowly, the sleep leaves me.
The blushing sky whispers.
The blushing sky sings
songs of life, of beauty and wondrous things.
Incredulous, I am rapt.
I can't help feeling undeserving.
After revealing it's kingship
it slowly sings me back to my restless sleep.
I woke up to a sunrise this morning -
a beautiful pink sky.
In the dawn, the only person alive.
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