A Nicer Returns Poem by Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar

the day is waking up
darkness slowly
is getting over.
sun behind the branch,
already visible.

now is not much dream
up to the morning
night is coming to an end.
time for awaking.
under the shower

you are reaching yourself
in a minute with the
sandwich in teeth,
you are running on the street,
and you are rushing by car

by the asphalt, and so,
you welcome the new day,
unknown people
in the familiar shop.

you are greeting with
hand entire, world and you are
waiting for a moment, when
then again, you will run

behind the door, in order
to return, to one's four walls
and blissful dreams, as usual,
at the same time, with greater

joy than in the morning.