Early Mornings

Early Mornings

I like those early, early Mornings,

When the birds are still dazed,

And the sunlight is just a haze.


When suddenly I’m awake,

Not because of nightmares,

The Future, or life’s scares.


Just a yawn here and there,

Alone, thinking, of nothing,

And smiling at everything.


The quiet calm before the storm.

The approach of a hectic day,

That makes you too tired to say,




Those early mornings, when you have time,

to crawl back into bed, and have a few more,

Hours to dream, before the daily war.


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