
The morning glory
sunrise on the horizon
first cup of coffee

The morning glory
sunrise on the horizon
first cup of coffee

The stroke of genius
a slash of paint here, some there
tis an art attack

Scale heights, soar away
cats or dogs, they’re all the same
eagle looking down

Expecting a naught
return on her investment
a mother nurtures

Could divide nations
yet builds avenues of hope
a wall when drawn on
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