Opening my eyes,
the room is dark and silent,
the air is cooling.
Dreams slip out of mind,
What "has to get done" slips in,
Can I bear the weight?
Opening the door,
the world is bright and noisy,
the sun is warming.
The flowers still grow,
the birds sing their morning songs.
It's not that heavy.
2 comments:
keep it up
There is nothing like the feeling that you have connected with an audience and have them under your spell .Why would you give that up ?
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