This Morning: Explore Nostalgic Memories through This Enchanting Poem

This morning

This morning
This morning
This morning, I awoke, 
You were the first thing on my mind,
You were the sunrise
Spreading your golden rays
Across the sky.

This morning, I woke up,
And you were the fresh rose in my garden,
Your tender petals blowing
In the cooling breeze,
Your celestial fragrance gently fills
The morning scent.

This morning, I woke up,
And memories of you and
Your ever-glowing beauty
Enfolds me like the fresh morning breeze-
Soothing and Refreshing.

This morning, I woke up and
You were the essence of life.

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Bentinck is a bestselling author in Caribbean and Latin American Poetry, he is a multifaceted individual who excels as both an artist and educator.

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