After All

 

The sunrise is beautiful, isn't it?

transcending your inner, 

a habitual, 

a secure hour.

unforced.

nothing sparkling or Grande,

no need pretending,
nothing fake, 

calm after the storm, 

no need any other games, 

all just raw and warm,

undoubtable and incomparable, 

nurturing and nursing, 

feeding our souls 

that exhausted 

from outside our bubble,

real,

a simple pleasure.

Here.