Secret Of Morning Poem by max pike
Secret Of Morning
its just another morning
little birds singing
I can't wait to listen
everything refresh and breathing again
make me wonder how many times sun rise
spread the ray of lights
on how many people's face
or a secret place i can never image
but thats not a paradise
thats something in your eyes painting a page
waiting for me to realize
how much you cares
and how fair it is
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