There I stay quietly;
counting stars in the morning;
Teaching myself how to act mature.
It's not cold, it's so much heat I feel, inside.
Looking at the sun (pretend like a moon)
Sharing my secrets
like he's gonna burn.
Green grasses beneath my bare feet
shines and reflects peace.
so dizzy head, so messy I get.
Lively eyes staring at the sun,
smiling as he's my boyfriend.
Remembering mourning;
Getting burned under the warmth.
My mornings go on murmuring
And nourishing my inner soul.

@Subadharshini #mornings
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