Good Morning - Poem by micheal john
When the morning comes
and retire my night to rest
i will wave and voice the goodness
of the morning to you.
Whe you yawn from the comfort of your bed,
when you stand at your door
and gaze at the rising sun,
the thing to be done in the morning stands and stare at you,
when you long to behold the one you dreamed of,
i will run to you
i will kiss your lips
i will give you the dreams of my night,
i will voice the goodness of the morning to you.
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