The Morning - Inspired By a Poet Friend
Awoken by the sun's bold kiss through parted curtains
Softly caressing away those last memories of nocturnal fantasy
As my eyes meet her gaze
The world unfurls like crumbled paper in a light breeze,
Mornings like children at play
Innocent and content..
Everything silver-lined..
That bird of hope held in his eager palms
Let free to meet another morning soul.
Mother Sun holds him tight to her breast
Safe from adolescence,
For the unfurling paper,
Far from innocent,
Makes the boy grow distant from his mother's solace
And follow his sibling days away...
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