Early Morning
The silence of early-morning.
The feeling of endless time.
The excitement of something coming.
The fear that nothing will.
The dreams that float like ghosts.
All forgotten in the comforting embrace of nothingness.
Early Morning
The silence of early-morning.
The feeling of endless time.
The excitement of something coming.
The fear that nothing will.
The dreams that float like ghosts.
All forgotten in the comforting embrace of nothingness.
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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