Day
The sun is dawning
Peeking over the horizon
Casting its light upon the earth
A cock’s crow heralds morning
The sun is overhead
Warming the soft earth
Flowers turn its way
Bells chime the lunch hour
The sun has turned a fiery orange
Creating long shadows on the wall
It slowly disappears
Signaling the end of day
posted by Janet @ 8:15 PM
1 Comments:
I don't know why but i can't help feeling that when the day is over I have survived. It makes me proud, yet somehow I feel like I shouldn't feel so glad.
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