Morning routine.
Every morning starts with a great leap out of my bed, out of the warm womb where I felt safe.
Childish eyes who see everyday for what it is, a new day. Every thing is a beauty at new, my fair lady you struck my mind once again.
Touches my spirit and knees are bending, the share size of the energy is stunning.
Tame it and I promise you eternal glory, but lose its trust and a vicious blow will strike your mind. Glory in peace and love, with the earth in your hand.
This poem was written by H on Jun 17, 2008.
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Very interesting