It’s an early wake

It’s an early wake

I sit beside my desk, in a small chamber generally considered a room

And look as morning rise without delay

I am deep in thoughts, thoughts that travelled with me through the night

With my mind away, my fingers play with the southern parts of my face

I need this sort of moments to reflect; moments where quietness is at its peak

The day will be long, full of the habitual procrastinations brought about my noise(s)

Between, there might be some moment alike this early wake

Though I highly doubt the scenario will be a full mimic

The day will surely end, as it does with some ground accomplishments or not

But surely with a desire to ponder upon the day’s happenings, before drifting into rest.

By Daniella D.

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