The brutal rays of the sun, tardily burning the skin! Through the window pane, It pierces the silence within! The eyelids are heavy, There's no control, As stiff as a log, dead as a soul! Ten in the morning, Tiredness grows! Peeling from inside, slowly expose! Why does day break? This is a big mistake! … Continue reading Oh! My Mornings!
Oh! My Mornings!
The Poetic Prism 