The Morning Sun Poem by Tentative Poet
The Morning Sun
Slantly filtered through frosted glass
Defines pastel walls, rumpled pillow cases
The solid black of the headboard
The tower of books by the lamp
Makes glow the smile of a little boy
Whose joy at the new day infects
Even the morose and tired soul
Dread to face a fresh beginning
Reflects from the pale pages
Of a novel handled with reverence
By a girl enamoured with words
Who devours them
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