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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2014 12:27 am
by breathtaker

There comes a beautiful morning
When the sun is piercing through the cloud
When joy becomes a thing
A thing of the soul and mind
"Joy comes in the morning''

There comes a terribly painful night
When sadness becomes a partner
A hated partner
A partner that we never want
What! we have found the wrong one
A rightful one: "joy comes in morning"

Re: Joy

Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2014 9:23 pm
by breathtaker
this is my first poem