Waking Up To Talk With The King Poem by Blue Pink
Waking Up To Talk With The King
How i love the rise of the morning sun...
The coolness and gentleness of air that caress my heart...
How i love the azure sky...
The green leaves of trees that caught my eye...
Birds are singing when i get downstairs...
No people are hurrying going to their own ways...
How i love waking up early as this...
To see my world on its quietness..
The placid place harkin' my breath...
Smiles of serenity lookin' at me...
Then the King of Kings held my hand,
and said, 'PRINCESS, TALK TO ME FIRST BEFORE TALKING TO LAND...'
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5/14/2024 4:04:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A great start with a nice poem, Cherry. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks