Morning Glory


Cold-hearted orb that rules the night
Removes the colours from our sight,
Red is grey and yellow white
But we decide which is right
And which is an illusion
Pinprick holes in a colourless sky
Let insipid figures of light pass by
The mighty light of ten thousand suns
Challenges infinity, and is soon gone

Night-time: to some, a brief interlude,
To others the fear of solitude
Brave Helios, wake up your steeds!
Brings the warmth the countryside needs







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