Morning in my town

falcon_mn

Morning in my town

 

With the first rays of the morning sun, a dreamy town stretches out.

I and my fellow citizens greet the morning with a silent bow.

Behind the open window shutters, the dreamy town greedily swallows the morning echo.

Along with a roll of newspaper, coffee, and the first cigarette, the city was hidden behind the diminutive.

 

My fellow citizens pass by on the street.

Vain, happy as a new day.

Helpful, compassionate.

They are in a hurry to share this morning.

The neighbor's children are getting ready for school.

Across the yard comes the smell of a draped table.

The street bends in the ear.

The city is hidden behind the diminutive.

 

  • Author: falcon_mn (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 7th, 2023 16:18
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    Beautiful!
    thanks for choosing to share



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