Mesmerized with the mornings
The sky is the beautiful mixture of two
One half of it is orange , the other is blue
From the side the weak beautiful sun is rising
Heaving itself onto the low glancing
Once again into the light as the sun begins
its journey , I see symbols that give words to
the language my worthy .
While everybody stays under blankets warmed ,
I stand out covered with mornings charm .
I think I'm charmed with the beauty this sky holds , from the crimson mornings to the crescent Moons .
I kept watching how the life starts and how cities breathe everyday .