It was so lonely, so forlorn, so quiet;

'Til a streak of morning sun appeared

Dulcifying my own shattered heart's riot.

The darkness cleared, then everything feared

All at once reared and disappeared.

I should be an early riser like those rays

After the night, yet before the blaze;

Up to see the fresh, delightful morning haze

Shining through the good old breezy trees,

Sitting at the window sipping tea,

Watching leaves gently rock and sway.

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• Date written: March 22, 2017 • Word Count: 76 • Line Count: 11 • Stanza Count: 1 •