Good Morning
I see the burning of the sky tonight,
hues of orange to light, fades of blue; dark
overcast, overnight, I tame sight.
Lion in the sky roars to lay a mark;
Seeing the heavenly fire creeping forward,
reluctantly, the night turns to ashes
the darkness of yesterday dies away,
summoning the day, calling the masses
morning dew evaporates to the sky,
reawakened, like a phoenix I feel
new limits are endless, lusting in a sigh;
the light illuminates, breaking the seal
possibilities are endless today,
burning of the sky taking me away
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