Morning Onuses
When the eastern sky blushes pink
I set upon my throne with dawning eyes
Around the corner awe I see the hand of loyalty
Yet mirth of the moment jiggles me
Slight corners of my mouth ascend up
Day is yet, and starts with tremendous love
Many things one must be thankful for
And I may need a book to write them
©cat
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