Dawn

They sky,
A delicious poem
Of colors …
Art’s a spread carpet…
Chirp chirp, tweet, tweet
Goes the bards chorusing…
Morn’s fonts glisten
The sky as aesthetic
Abstracts…
Feelings now
Are a fruit of joy…
She woke me
Up with sweet words
On Skype …
Morn caresses the soul
As a beatitude of music …
A poet tunes to
The music of morn ….
Writing its lullaby
As poetic verses…

 

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