Feel It's Morning Poem by Manonton Dalan
Feel It's Morning
am walking slowly on a grass
darkness covers my tracks
cars passing stir dust, cobbles
i sidesteps to dock flying rocks
crow up a pine tree still asleep
as lonely hearts tear to weep
lights searing on bridge afar
it's race on early morning shine
can't hear sound not a whisper
i am alone with slight shiver
getting close to a coffee house
blessing for this old mouse
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