Poem
The view of the morning sun,
Reflects the rays of a blond;
Through the silhouette of her,
Rise the desire of flare.
Get up says the smoke of coffee,
The aromatic smell same like tea;
Play the music of the morning breeze,
Enchant the longing while butterfly flee.
From the darkness of yesterdays' mourn,
To the awakening of the morning burn;
Brings back the silhouette of tomorrow,
To revenge the cause of all the sorrow.
Soon the shadow of her will diminish,
As the silhouette slowly vanish;
The memory will be erased,
And the truth will be revealed.
Moving on with the bright tomorrow,
Accepting the invigorating shadow;
The smile of the future waits,
As the reality and truth reigns.
