It Was One of Those Mornings
I woke up in morning with blood in my hand.
There on bed I saw myself slayed an old man.
Started to startle and rushed in the bathroom,
Splashed volumes of water in my whole room.
Then I woke up again realized it was just a dream.
I saw morning birds flapping their wings with prim.
That morning You gave was truly my favorite one.
As nature’s scene sparkly flickering – God’s best one.
Copyright © Lei Strauss | Year Posted 2016
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