Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning

The evils of the night before
Have scattered in a blast,
Scorched out of being
By a silver sun

I was freed by first light
Uprooted,
Sent soaring
In its fiery wisp

Tomorrow I’ll crash
Upright in regret,
Pinned in place
Once again
Before the night reels me in

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