My day awakens the very moment my eyes open from a heavy sack time. To the absolute second the cold pieces of my golden glasses hint my nose with a chill down my spine. There I would wander, Will today be mine? Oh how that smell of pine be a joyous delight not to wine. Life sences my sences to get me up From a dream I'd just awaken that had been so rough. Though I am Okay, Thanks to The touch of life that makes everything fine When I wake up to the sun shine.
Note: I do not authorise the duplications of my writings, photography, or any other personal information. 6:57pm February 6, 2016 -Kaitlyn A. Warnken