The Morning Sun

Writings The day began with the morning sun.
That reliable star rise from the sea.
An invisible road guides its wheels.

The sun knows its proper place.
An illusion of motion denies its stillness.

It flies with a peace I do not understand.

W. Wayne B.

Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

Follow me on Twitter: @wsmith1989

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.

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