MARY LIN

 

 

the cold feeling of

tiles greets me

 

I step outside and

close my eyes

 

quiet chirps of small sparrows

refreshing taste of the

morning breeze

the sky’s still asleep though;

some clouds drift nonchalantly

 

I like this feeling

so calm

no one’s here to bother

me

 

a lingering light disrupts

my train of thought

 

the sky blossoms into

a pink peony

lilac clouds accentuate

a phenomenon

occurs every morning

 

she finally rises

her colors slowly morphing

into a

pastel violet

 

her body—luminescent

bright orange

like a ripe tangerine

golden rays of sunshine

illuminating

 

wisps of clouds

different shapes, different shades

white popcorn kernels

popping in the blue skies

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sunrises are an

awe-inspiring sight,

the beauty—

an inspiration for me to

write