The Morning Sky

As the morning flourish began,
I saw unsurpassed beauty today.
The cycle repeats each day.

My eyes reflect the sky.
A night of silence is over.

Once again, I have a perfect memory.

I work to fill my home with joy.
I remember the break of dawn.
Today I will have an opportunity
to share my joy for life.

W. Wayne B.

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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