New Morning Being Born Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

New Morning Being Born



Blackened clouds starting to spread themselves out,
as the sun starts opening it's eyes and peeking
timidly out upon the world.
Beautiful blue eyes taking in the wonder of this
new morning, soon to be born on earth.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: clouds,eyes
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