Morning Glory My soul awake does render forth its love. It streams through me to reach beyond the stars. It says, I’m here to live enamored with it all. Epiphany within the hands of morn. Advertisements Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
The joy of the morning. Great poem
The joy of you!