A poem about the possibilty of common occurances outside a door.
Waking up,the sun just risen,
The birds singing.
Pulling the curtains,
Almost blinded by natures beauty.
Turning back,hearing my cutie.
Laying back down,
Hands behind head.
Realising my frown,
I jump up out of bed!
Resistant to leave the room,
For fear of feeling down and gloom.
I finally leave and surely I will feel this doom soon.
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