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Poetry

The Waking Of The Morning Light



I slept peacefully in my worldly splendor,
Not a ray of sunshine touched my pillow,
The shadows could not scare my soul,
For I was in a special world,

A world where fairies dance with joy,
A world where unicorns gallop free,
A world where the sunshine never fades,
My world that world of peaceful slumber,

A beam of light touches my pillow,
My eyes yearn to open and embrace the sunlight,
Yet the waking of the morning light,
Does not compare to my special world.


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