Morning
Morning is the most promising time of the day,
It's new and fresh,another new beginning for what we do and say,
we can at least try, although it may not go our way.
With the dawning light we have hopes and dreams we want to project,
morning is our quiet, secret, time to decide what we select.
The season shouldn't have a say,
It's morning, with 24 hours to make a new day...
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