morning sun

A Poem by Tenten

I like the morning sun

Baring gently down on tired eyes

And as she sets I’ll watch her beauty

Behind shaded orbs

From two to seven, she hurts me

Blinding light, inescapable heat an obtrusive companion

I prefer the morning sun

The peaceful flow that beckons life

For another day of questions

© 2008 Tenten

Author's Note

Cp. 12:18PM Sun 03/16/08 Postal Service sick, tired, no voice, here (Written, Big Balck)

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Lyra H

Nice one!

Posted 17 Years Ago

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Tenten

Alamosa, CO

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