Morning Sun Poem by Ilme SonCries

Morning Sun



When my morning sun becomes a falling star
My tea becomes true and sweet as honey
I smell the grass with the door slightly ajar
Even though the day is dark I’m lucky

When my dreams becomes a fading destination
My sleep becomes deep as a bottom
Awake I’m craving for salvation
Searching for the dreams I forgotten

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