The Morning Was Late Poem by Ivona Sophia
The Morning Was Late
Rating: ★4.3
The morning was late.
I didn’t even have the time to rub my eyes
Already woken by the afternoon wind.
I’m running to you
By the damp edge of the day
Between the dew drops
I spill words from my sleeve
Like magicians pull pigeons
And you sip coffee and don’t even glance
At how the sky above us turns blue.
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4/16/2024 8:53:37 AM # 1.0.0.1119
beautiful.. what a joy you are, Ivona, Sx