Poem: Morning's Kiss

 

Morning's Kiss

Golden beams wake the sleepy earth,
Painting skies with a whispered birth.
Warming touch on the morning dew,
Kissing flowers with shades anew.

Gentle glow in the afternoon,
Melts away the cold too soon.
Dancing light on the ocean's crest,
Guiding hearts to a place of rest.

Fading blush at the twilight's call,
Soft embrace as shadows fall.
Lingering hues in the evening's grace,
A quiet promise, day's embrace.


- Kasper F. Christiansen


This is truly the beauty of waking up early. Getting those morning vibes.

Get a jump on the day with a warm and golden beam. It's amazing.

I hope you enjoyed this poem.

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