Best Poems About Forgiveness

Sunrise Day Reflections

In a sweet silence, I watch the sunrise.

The mist takes the center stage.
The curtain is her, and she alone will decide.

is off, first of all, it plays with the landscape.
Her veil covers, discovers, lengthens, stretches, lounging on the woods and meadows.
The show is a permanent move.

Then slowly, she goes to me.
I am now at the forefront.
privileged spectator of these effects .

Less than an hour later, no trace of the beautiful.
She gave way to sun.
I know I will find her, may be tomorrow.
is the magic of autumn mornings.
A magic that I never get tired.