Morning Poem by Yonah Jeong

Morning

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Every morning
A Love is coming to find
Waking up from the bed of dreaming
Darknesses make a light
With thought, power, life

Every morning
Recovery is coming to find
The past forgiven by both hands
Love's sailing ship

A Love cannot count by use value
A Love is crying of the sacrifice

Every morning
Help is coming to find
Complete rest of stepped grass
Be guaranteed by two feet

All these things come out of mourning.

Wednesday, December 9, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: mourning
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 11 December 2020

Every morning A Love is coming to find Waking up from the bed of dreaming Darkness makes light With thought, power, life morning and love. care and concern. a fine poem. tony

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Mahtab Bangalee 09 December 2020

A Love cannot count by use value A Love is crying of the sacrifice/// wow superb heartfelt; like this expression

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