The break of light,
Starting out blue,
So different from
Noon's high yellow.
And I find peace
In the knowledge
That the local
Darkness recedes.
Stretching my limbs,
Baring my eyes,
I bathe in the
Light seeping from
My window's blinds
And thank God for
Morning Glory.
Starting out blue,
So different from
Noon's high yellow.
And I find peace
In the knowledge
That the local
Darkness recedes.
Stretching my limbs,
Baring my eyes,
I bathe in the
Light seeping from
My window's blinds
And thank God for
Morning Glory.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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