Wednesday, February 29, 2012


Morning's broken,
left the dream unspoken.

Touched by the morning breeze,
flip my body to squeeze.

I open my eyes,
command my awareness to rise.

Pour a glass of wine,
welcoming the sun that shines.

I fill the empty plate,
it’s a moment to celebrate.

People it’s time for me to say,
have a great day to play.


It supposed to be my rhyme tomorrow morning.
But now i'm confused will the bell still ringing.
For now everything is blurry.
And i feel no more merry.

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