The smell in the air
urges you to hug it
and the inky blue of the sky fades
having spent itself
writing out another day.
The feathered minions
chirp out a chorus
as the heavenly tent changes hue
goes gold
and then it hits you, in all its flair
the intensity of the magician's voice
'Let there be light'
4 comments:
Very well-written... reminds me of poems we learnt in school :)
But that still doesn't make early mornings great :)
Kobi Kobi vab
Chonder Ovab.
Six Months and a Half and you haven't written your heart out all this while.
This blog of yours is waiting for you to honor it with something new.
Yours truly,
A
Very well-written
I loved it from start to end...
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