Dawn
Morning has come now
Birds are singing all night long
It*s fading away
Underneath the Surface
Colours claiming life
It*s impossible to win
Once they tell a lie
Rain
Writing stories is
Like rain pouring down on me
It can*t be broken
The last one was written today, when I wanted to use my self-made book (I really made a book recently. Paperback type!) for the first time. It will be a creative-idea-collection book then. *nods*
I hope you like them all. "Dawn" and "Underneath the Surface" were written really, really early one day (It was still night.). Maybe that helps interpreting them :P.
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