Morning is my time,
Why hello there, Sweet Sunshine
Blossoming against the windowpane

Come play,
Come meet your day

Its insistent rays make my eyes open

Birds are chirping
Tasks are lurking
Hours stretch ahead

For now, and evermore
I aim to keep this smile you bore
At me, my forever treasure, as I make the coffee

by morgan 8.22.18

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