Morning Light. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

Morning Light.



How I have waited for you to stream through my window.
Your golden rays touch the end of my bed.
You remind me that all is never darkness,
that the light will always come in the end.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .

Tuesday, May 7, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: morning
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