Saviodsilva


Amber-Dawn M Meyer
Poem

Mornings

Mornings
waking up to the sun
weary-eyed haze sets upon me
I hear a voice
my head aches
I turn over to see a strangers face
memories flash
I close my eyes
again
hoping to shut out the world.


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