My Morning

You dawned on my horizon
following my darkest hour;
your simple smile lit up my face too
as you peacefully cleared up my sky

Swept away the darkness,
planted those happy clouds,
beckoned chirpy birds,
all with your wisened calm.

I would call you my sun
but where I come from,
the sun isn’t always kind;
too hot at times and unforgiving.

You are my morning
A pleasant time for fresh starts.

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