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peeps into my closed eyes.
I turn and try to ignore her pretty looks,
place my head on the pillow
as if to eavesdrop some comfort.
But it’s too late-
that beautiful glow has cast its spell
and I must arise.
This dawn,
this morn,
this yawn.
What clouds will dance today;
A grey or youthful one?
What breeze will sweep today;
A fierce or calm one?
This dawn
hear my beating thoughts
and keep ear to my uncertainty.
Yesterday was rough-
it wore sand paper gloves;
how soft is today’s skin?
What lies within its glow?
The sun looks me in the eye
and seems to say:
“To find out, step out of bed
and live today.”
Written by: Wisdom Kanyone
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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