Oh, here comes the morning
With the bright and cheerful sun shining
There are lovely birds chirping
With a flock of them flying
As I start a tipsy move
I catch a glimpse of flowers that groove
I see them slowly bloom
From their little hidden room
I wish every morning would always be a paradise
So that I have nothing to compromise
With everyday like this,
Oh, what a Bliss
I wouldn't want to miss
2 comments:
Where and when did you make this?
It's nice. I personally admire this.
You got some future in poetry.
Thank You for Your Complement..
I made this during an individual activity in our English Class.. :]
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