Hello Beautiful Thinkers,
Write a poem about waking up. Is this about the joy of being bless with one more day? Or is your poem about waking in the middle of the night for apparently no reason? Or are you writing about a different kind of waking up entirely? There are quite a few options to choose from really. How does waking up in a certain was have power over the rest of your day?
Keep Dreaming Beautiful Thinkers,
The Boy In The Heart Shades