In mornings trance My eyes open up slowly A bright beam of light Shines into my view At last morning time I walk to the window I look out to see I hear the chirping Birds singing happily I make my coffee The door is not far Open it wide up Leave it just ajar This is my first idea I had from Butterfly poet 79s title ©Schizology In mornings trance #Morning #Trance #poem✍🧡🧡💛
