heavy eyelids beg to fall,
yet open again
to see sunlight creep in through doors,
tiptoe past blinds,
race through windows,
the shock of gold,
so vibrant I can taste the metallic glow,
it smells of citrus
morning again,
I have long since washed ink marks
from my arms and legs,
slipped out of cool sleep,
into dark's early day
butterflies activate in my stomach,
in my head,
cheeks burn,
such a contrast to other paleness
try to keep my head,
try to stay calm,
glorious topsy-turvy
cool comfort,
ease,
while butterflies tickle,
I have never been to this place,
but I'm happy to be here
So how was it?
Comments
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I'm glad you're happy to be wherever you are. I don't know why it is, but I like this poem very much. Great job!
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