Saturday, May 16, 2015

A Small Poem in the Morning hours...


The Sun is rising, the river flows, so goes my soul
It could be light and lovely
or it could be dark, who knows

Each day I awake to smile, will it stay?
Or just fade away?
Until this moment, who can say?

But the depth of me, can't so easily
be judged by whats on my face.

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