Glorious Morning

glory to the sun warming
on cheeks frozen in fear
slumbered too long in morass

what it is to be awake
to be awoken by your hand
no morning but glorious morning

Author: Ward

I’m the creator and operator of this little corner of the internets, writing on all things related to art and more specifically my experiences trying to figure this whole thing out. I guess I’m trying to figure out life, too, but mostly I just post about art here.

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