I don’t love the morning
Because I like to be asleep when the sun comes up
But I love the yellow sunshine
Entered through my bedroom window
Giving a shadow of the leaves on my wall
I don’t love the night world
People partying, drinking, and singing
But I liked the calm after midnight
The voices stopped shouting
The street was quiet
and the stars are blooming up there
I don’t like the darkness under the sea
and imagine sinking deep into it
But I love the blue of the surface
how quiet the sound of the waves
stop the other sounds that invade
And the soft sand when my feet stepped on it
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC
I don’t love the morning
Because I like to be asleep when the sun comes up
But I love the yellow sunshine
Entered through my bedroom window
Giving a shadow of the leaves on my wall
I don’t love the night world
People partying, drinking, and singing
But I liked the calm after midnight
The voices stopped shouting
The street was quiet
and the stars are blooming up there
I don’t like the darkness under the sea
and imagine sinking deep into it
But I love the blue of the surface
how quiet the sound of the waves
stop the other sounds that invade
And the soft sand when my feet stepped on it
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