"moodlets" poems
Every morning I wake to the warm sun.
greeting me with its warm embrace,
Letting me bathe in its rays of sunshine,
washing away my somber moodlets.
I play in the sun all day and have so much fun,
Wanting this intimacy to last forever,
at least for the rest of the day.
When the sun sets I begin to weep.
But then I remember it will rise yet again,
and, sooner or later I forget my sorrows.
And await the next morning where i'll see the next sunrise,
Tomorrow.
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 10:13 PM UTC