Morning’s meant for mourning.

Day’s meant for life.

Evening’s time for rest,

ending the days strife.

~

Morning is time to ponder.

Day is time to do.

Night’s for reflection,

when no one’s watching you.

~

Mornings are the start.

They make the day brand new.

Good or bad, darkness comes,

another chance for moons of blue.

~*~

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