The Beauty of Sunrise
The sun creeps through the crack in the window
It appears broken and disheveled in some way
You feel you’re standing on the wrong side of sunrise
As if you are suppose to watch it when waking up early
Rather than staying up till late
Forbidden yet so comfortable in routine
You witness the sun set
Then with a blink of an eye it rises
As birds sing on in chorus
Orange, yellow and purple watercolors
Run riot in the sky
A heavenly plain above you
Awakening life
As you close your eyes
The sun releases angels
Perfect beings that dance around you
With one perfect touch
Your skin absorbs their sun kissed glow
poem by Nicola Burkett
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