Every morning seems so lazy,
The sun not so bright,
There is more of shiver till every sight.
My toes go so chill,
And I hate it the most,
But still have to wake up,
And keep the day on.
Every afternoon seems so windy,
The sky seem so mild,
No trace of sunlight nearby,
The half shed trees whooshing n wheezing,
A few birds in pairs fly by,
They remind me of my loneliness,
And again they make me cry.
Every night seems so dark,
Sky full of twilighting stars,
And when I look at the moon,
It fades away my weariness,
I just know its time,
To fill in a dream,
And await for a new morning!!!
January 30, 2009
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