Morning Rising
MORNING RISING
There is no air
Nor love or care
Just space filled with unknowns.
And the night becomes suffocating
As reality and honesty are relating
When there was a time of hope.
Now there is no time to realize
Truth from lies
As the morning sun rises
Oh morning rising.
Copyright © Linda Noronha | Year Posted 2024
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