Sound Morning

Day 21: write a sound poem. Here goes my attempt!

It is a good morning when I am up. It is a somber sound to my start when I don’t always remember to thank the angels who watched over me throughout my quiet night dreams. And, for keeping the loud nightmares at bay, pushing them away with a whoosh of their iridescent wings.

I have a serene morning dream of adagio sipping on a cup of tea, while the sun greets me with a faint wink of glee. Its face peeking just around the corner of my balcony.

I am full of waken grace, safe and sound in the new morn.

By Pamelap


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