Not Awake

poem by: Tony Matthews
Written on Aug 21, 2016 

Not Awake

A light mist,
Early morning hours,
Still skies,
Still air,
The world feels like ours.

Morning dew resting,
Dawn is here,
Rising slowly, unresisting.

Quiet and crisp,
Unaware,
Birds start to sing,
The sun kisses the mist,
The world still sleeps.

 

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Cecilia Crasto commented:
Short but beautiful, loved reading it.
Tony matthews commented:
Thank you
RW Lem commented:
I love this!

 

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