
It’s dark before eight o’clock
on a winter morning
then gradually the vague sky appears
grey with uncertainty
and doubts
maybe a wind will break out
some blue
and sunrise will bring
some golden streaks of hope
for another slow starting day
Poetry, spiritual, nature, oceans, love, trees
It’s dark before eight o’clock
on a winter morning
then gradually the vague sky appears
grey with uncertainty
and doubts
maybe a wind will break out
some blue
and sunrise will bring
some golden streaks of hope
for another slow starting day
You convey the emotion through the elements of nature so beautifully.
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Thanks Pragal. I will be looking for the sunrise to sooner every day.
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