The plane of my life used to fly so smooth
You came aboard and the higher I flew.
You took me to places I'd never been before,
I wanted to have you till I could fly no more.
We might have just hit a turbulent cloud
But It can't shake my mind off you.
My brain is turning to stone, and thinking is getting hard.
The silence is hungry, and it gnaws at my heart.
But when I hear your 'Goodmorning! '
When I see your smile sweet,
The sun comes out from behind rain clouds pouring.
It lightens up my dark, so
Even the night burns brightly.
The world is my lamb chop,
And I'm kinda hungry.
Now, the sun soars across the waves
When before, it was drowning.
What was once a sad night
Has become a beautiful morning.
Yet wouldn't time have still trickled, had we not conversed?
The sun risen on its own accord?
Well yes, Dawn brings the morning,
But Tina
You make it Good.
You have a lot of talent Your concept is interesting work with this art alittle more it will blind you
Dawn brings the morning. True. Wonderful poem. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem's really good (at least better than mine) 😖. Juss kidding! The poem's fantastic (according to me)