i was always awake to see the sunrise
awake to see the black sky
streaked with pink and yellow
the light seeping into my room
the sign of a new day, a fresh start
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idealism. (poetry)
Poetrya collection of short poems that were the result of late night breakdowns i sincerely hope you can't relate to some of these enjoy p.s. lowercase intended
dawn.
i was always awake to see the sunrise
awake to see the black sky
streaked with pink and yellow
the light seeping into my room
the sign of a new day, a fresh start
