Orange
The sunrise paints me
in a half-sleep, unprepared
for the daylight's touch.
Birdsong filters in,
a comforting welcome that
coaxes me to rise.
A meditation
and a few words on a page
bring my mind to life.
Rays caress my cheek.
The world comes alive once more,
Swept by orange waves.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro