The dim ringing and the morning lights
After the dark peaceful lofty nights
Aren’t enough to raise me out of the slumber,
Rendering me into a state of relished languor.
And no haste must be spared
To wake my sleeping beauty now compared
To a hysterical toddler under the covers
While the morning brings poets, dreamers, and lovers.
Until my mother seizes the sheets
And doesn’t wait till my pretty dream completes
To slide the window open ignoring my groans
To let in air to breathe life into my cheekbones
And that’s when my mother says “Geez!”
There’s nothing like this rejuvenating breeze.
And I can never feel more fresh, more sane
As the breeze blows and the alarms ring in vain.
Hehe.. The morning mood well defined in beautiful words 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻😍😁
You can either wait for your pretty dream to complete or wake up to work and make the dream into a reality 🤣
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Sometimes there’s no harm to dream about things which are not going to happen in reality… To quote Dumbledore “For now let them sleep. For in dreams we enter a world that is entirely our own. Let them swim in the deepest ocean, or glide over the highest cloud.” But he also said “It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.” Clearly a careful balance is required.🙂
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So relatable😀 Agreed with @PinkMoon….I love your poems. Keep it up
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Thanks dear Angel ♥️
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