my day
Wake up in the morning
Everything is so boring
I wait for you to make my day bright
When you smile you fill it with light
My fears are pushed away
At night in happiness I lay
But now I wait
For I can’t act when it is already too late
There will be a day
When I’ll lose you in dismay
When that day comes
I will be so lonesome
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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