@Musician 15 March 2023

Poem about the morning It happened! After a long... After the cold... After a gloomy... Winter. It happened. It's 5:30 a.m. It smells like hot black coffee. A freshly painted armchair awaits. It is waiting for me to sit down and enjoy it. It is waiting for the awakening. The flower woke up. The leaf woke up. The nightingale woke up. The day woke up. The whole world is waking up. With the first sip of coffee, the first ray of the sun also comes out. Others come out after it. I wish you beautiful, long awaited, sunny and warm... Morning. Author: Musician Thanks a lot for reading. Lead image source: unsplash.com