the day is waking up <br />darkness slowly <br />is getting over. <br />sun behind the branch, <br />already visible. <br /> <br />now is not much dream <br />up to the morning <br />night is coming to an end. <br />time for awaking. <br />under the shower <br /> <br />you are reaching yourself <br />in a minute with the <br />sandwich in teeth, <br />you are running on the street, <br />and you are rushing by car <br /> <br />by the asphalt, and so, <br />you welcome the new day, <br />unknown people <br />in the familiar shop. <br /> <br />you are greeting with <br />hand entire, world and you are <br />waiting for a moment, when <br />then again, you will run <br /> <br />behind the door, in order <br />to return, to one's four walls <br />and blissful dreams, as usual, <br />at the same time, with greater <br /> <br />joy than in the morning.<br /><br />Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-nicer-returns/
