The First Day
Gray dawn,
A yearned yawn,
My foot on cold white marble.
Gush to the stop,
With marathon stomp,
Bourne to jouncy travel.
It's mainly inspired by my initial feelings on first day heading to a new job i always dreamt for.Hope you liked it.Please give remarks of appreciation/criticism down in the comment box.
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