Morning light white modern poetry

The morning light is slightly white

I wake up slowly

It is rare to wake up early

It is rare to hear the birds outside the window

Chirping incessantly

Just listening to the crisp chirping

It makes people unbearably bored

It is rare in an urban area with few shade trees

There are also little birds

They are just like those in the forest

They are happy and say:

Good morning! Good morning!

Open the window

I saw dimly

The thunderstorm last night

Wash away the dust on the earth

It’s rare this morning

It’s rare to smell the fragrant fragrance

The clean road surface

There are still wet marks from rainwater on the sloping areas

It is a rare morning in this city

There is also a cool breeze

It is also as intoxicating as the countryside

Sigh: Sun!

Don’t come out! Don't come out!

Through the mosquito net

I saw him sleeping soundly

I quietly nestled into his chest

Drinking and socializing last night

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Must be drunk

You are so deep asleep now that you don’t realize I am flirting

You are still quite drunk

You didn’t even bother me when you came back Wake up

Go straight to bed

I know you have been working hard

Silently:

Come on! come on!

I am at this moment

I have no sleepiness at all

I gently, gently

move to the side and hold my cheek

Look closely at his sleeping face

Toshiro’s face is darker

His beard has grown a little longer!

Still sleepy? Very sleepy!

But I want to shout: Dear!

Wake up! Wake up! Miss you!

Text / Aimo