Morning by Ann Wood

The day is slowly coming,
I meet him with a smile again.
I boldly enter the "dream".
I look for any sign.

Heard a word from a song,
colorful stone on the way.
It's all very easy.
The world is friendly.

Balanced, I start again
to fight Goliath.
I set a goal again-
to arrange this world.

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Written on 2020-03-24 at 13:30

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Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh, this is beautiful!