It Dawn's
It Dawn's
You smoke up with clear art,
Your cuddle bathed and soothe my heart,
It is a dawn of new jolly from the building hut,
Like the artistic posited in serve of morning glory,
Who knew this fragrance of luminous will glow for the hurt?
It is a dawn of new marvel, for the melodrama pans from the bird,
The swirl and twiddles, imposed from humid,
Claps the day with the dawn of happiness
Talks highly of the dawn,
It dawn's to them with a lot of greatness and optimism
But the dusk of the dawn gnaws with hurt,
It is a dawn of glory let us buoy with no hate
At dawn's wake up, and spread speck and serve the day,
Let yesta! troubles dusk to forget and dawn today with a purge of remembrance
Copyright © Sabion Osore | Year Posted 2015
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