It is morning now. <br /> <br />after darkness <br />like a confusion <br />the morning comes <br />with a brighter sun <br />this time <br /> <br />twilight leaves <br />like doubt <br />we think the pain <br />subsides <br /> <br />It is morning now. <br /> <br />we wash the dirt <br />on our faces <br />we dry wet cheeks <br />with <br />good morning <br />towels <br /> <br />It is morning now. <br /> <br />You must stop <br />believing all the lies <br />You must wake up <br />from this stupor <br />You must meet destiny <br />Not in your dreams <br />Touch your hands <br />with our own hands <br />Feel the roughness <br />of realities.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gia-il-sole/
