Morning Poem by Natasa To
Morning
In the middle morning of our prayers
there was a blue bird singed
and each morning we tried who should reach to the
temple first.
Then the mother said: 'Do not steal the things in the temple'
That made us worry.
Always she said it and always we started to worry.
It seemed such a sweet little talk.
I was certain that one lovely morning
As we prayed and blessed with our happiness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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