Good Morning Poem by Alexander Foald

Around the corner of this sky
The dawn is breaking, a day is born
Leaving all the bad things behind
In a page that is ready to be torn

You hold the luck in your hand
Waiting in the line to get your dreams in
Lights brought out to the border of the island
Sweep away the darkness we’ve got ourselves in

A falling snow in an early winter
Falls down to the ground like a dead hunter
Followed by a thousand diamonds sky from above
Weighted by the light of sun, into our slow-paced time

Good morning, everyone.