The First Morning with You
Poetry Sunday
Poetry Sunday
Buildings thrust against the sky
Look upon us in the night
Though tall and strong and powerful
They’re tender in the morning light
I wake and lie there in the dark
And watch the world outside unfurl
As light strokes gently each tall building
And makes anew this world
Pale shades of pink, deepening hues
Light up windows ac…
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