On a Tuesday morning,
I wake up finding
the sun shining,
all the people smiling,
memories returning.
I can feel a new day rising,
looks like a beautiful morning!
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365 DAYS.
PoetryI am simply drinking coffee and rather lazily writing poems days after I was supposed to.
DAY 25: Beautiful Morning
On a Tuesday morning,
I wake up finding
the sun shining,
all the people smiling,
memories returning.
I can feel a new day rising,
looks like a beautiful morning!
