Morning brings wonders.
A clean slate.
An open mind
to the promises you left behind.
Better lost and forgotten.
For judgement is sometimes
the hardest thing to own.
The colors of eyes
give away the state of ones soul.
But in the darkness of night
we are all the same.
Vulnerable,searching still
for that light.
The brilliance of wisdom.
Call apon it...
if your heart is strong enough.
If you are color blind
whose judgement shall you follow.
The lost sheep of this powder blue insincerity,
or the onus of sinners in their blackness.
Show them the way
with an open heart.
Take the shadows from scarred eyes.
Let morning rather bring colors of forgiveness
and un-ending substance.
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a good poem penned with a fine pen, ah yes in the morning's light we all see much clearer, though yes, the night brings darker shadows to contemplate in life and love.
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Thank-you for the claps and once again taking the time to read and comment.
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