morn <br />things burst <br />from within me <br />the ocean wave <br />the cries of seagulls <br />sweep of vapours <br />those few twinkling stars <br />and the shiny planet <br />that slowly loses itself <br />in the glare of daylight <br />in me a flower blooms <br />the day that slowly dawns <br />light inches itself into me <br />the way the petals slowly <br />spread themselves out <br />welcoming each day <br />gracing it with such beauty <br />each of my acts i make sure <br />would make the day worth it <br />my heart slowly blooms <br />like the roses every new day <br />every mistake, a sting on the petal <br />by an unwelcomed ant <br /> <br />inspired by <br /> <br />Early Morning, The <br />The moon on the one hand, the dawn on the other: <br />The moon is my sister, the dawn is my brother. <br />The moon on my left and the dawn on my right. <br />My brother, good morning: my sister, good night. <br />Hilaire Belloc<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/early-morning-the-2/
