THE MORNING DEW
It's morning, I woke up feeling tired,
Unsure of what the day holds.
Sitting under these shades and folds,
Reminiscing about what my pen inspired.

It's Morning, and I have lost count,
Of words struggling to come out of my head.
Every word count and want to be heard,
So, easy easy on me, and let's recount.

It's a new day and a new life,
Chilly and feels so new.
So let's start the day and strive,
To cheers to the Sunset and feel renewed.



©FLORAL2023.

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