The sun shining brightly is ending the day,
Smiling, I look at it, waving away.
So time has come for me to rest just as well.
Will I see myself, dreaming-resting so well?
I go to my bed, turn my lights off and see:
Alone in the field I am standing in glee.
Picturesque sights are the things I perceive
As I awake dims pretty world that I leave.
Changing the shade to be sad, just pure grey.
Will my sparkly comfort die out far away?
"Return to the safety", I think as I pray.
Sun's rising away, but I cannot today.
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PoetryI'm a young poem writer and I wanted to create an online collection of my poems for everyone to see. I used to post often, but I'm busy these days. Unless?.. Please, if you like my poems leave a vote and write a comment! That is the best support yo...
