I love it when the 5;00 a.m sky arrives
it's just something I can't describe.
I never sleep,
which wasn't a secret to keep.
the way night changes to the periwinkle sky,
its like the morning wanted to pry
into the new day.
the sun will burn into gold.
and later when the sunset burns and dies,
there will go my deepening skies.
the Galaxy will give me their stars to hold.
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personally one of my favorites 🌙 I wrote this when I couldn't sleep all night so I decided to make a poem about how beautiful the sunrise is 🌙thank you so much for 470+ reads
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Poetrythese poems are for the lonely, forgotten, the lost poets at three am, and everyone else in between cover credit: -sidjenkins
