Beauty Of Dawn Poem by Manonton Dalan

Beauty Of Dawn



early; i open my window
to let my room breathe
instead i hear cricket
could be a love call
then another one answered
somewhere from wilderness

then it sounds like symphony
they take turns to speak
they could be eight of them
it's hard to tell but pretty
i wonder if birds are waiting
tip toeing with beak ready

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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