Fresh Morning Fresh Love Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Fresh Morning Fresh Love



The morning wind comes blowing
Over valleys and meadows and plains
The sun appears from behind the clouds
And birds hop in the barns to pick up grains

You come out to meet me as dew
Drops play on grasses in the cool hours
I wait for you to show my love and adorn
Your dark hair with the morn's fresh flowers

Monday, October 12, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: love,morning
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 12 October 2020

With the muse of love and perception you have brilliantly judged the morning. This poem gives us nice natural feelings.

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