A tiny bird chirps on the fly
And summons every sleeping soul
It flaps the wings under the sky
To signify the wakening toll
Some woman reads a morning print
Holding the fragrant tea bowl
The branches under sunny glint
Are drawing patterns on the wall
The sunny rabbits play catch-up
Moving with joy from place to place.
And freshly grounded coffee cup
Makes every passer slow their pace.
The change of faces on the streets
From those who rush or smoke cigars
Creates a special morning beat
With early talks and honking cars
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PoetryTHE WINNER OF #ZODIACAWARDS2020 IN CATEGORY "POETRY" "But have you ever thought what makes you feel alive? That gentle ache when we are happy It makes us human beings." Hi everyone! Here you can see some of my art. These writings help me learn my i...
