The Morning Sun

WritingsThe 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

© 2017 W. Wayne B.

About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, a poet and a librarian.
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