Everything is so boring
I wake up early
every morning
to see you bloom
for just that moment
everything goes
even my boredom
so peaceful and quiet
you seem to know
just how i feel
becuase you hold my hand
and smile softly
no words are spoken
a passer by mermers
'they look hory'
my Morning Glori
there is nothing to fear
i am here
with you always
My Morning Glori.
To Glori, the one who understands
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A most interesting view of things. I think mornings have a strange affact on people. I think this belongs in that category. GW62