Some Mornings


Sometimes,
There are mornings,
When everything’s quiet,
Silent, as blank as a new canvas,
And it is beautiful.
Sometimes,
There are mornings,
When no one asks,
Why I’m crying,
No one questions,
The little comments,
I make to myself.
Sometimes,
There are mornings,
When there is nothing at all,
But silence,
Painted in the lonely sky,
When the sun forgets to rise.

One Response to “Some Mornings”

  1. I love your choice of words in this piece.
    V.

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