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Apr 2018
Early morning
when I first adjust my eyes
10:00 am on a weekend
feeling fresh and rejuvenated
The crisp morning air,
filtrates through my rough lungs.

Feeling alive as ever
but still tempted to go back to sleep.
My blue curtains
making my whole room feel bright,
as the sun seeps through them.
These Mornings
just make me feel good.

© Regan
trying not to make all my poetry about love & depression :)
Written by
rey  20/F
(20/F)   
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