At Dawn

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Tiptoeing at dawn
In their nimble feet
The clouds go on
To gather around
The slice of ripe blood orange
Cradling the snowy doves
On their feathery bosoms
Who sluice the morning air
With their mellifluous music
Attracting an escalade of stares

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15 thoughts on “At Dawn”

      1. One who write is a Writer
        You could be a Disciple in academics
        But here you are a Master

        Naive like me write simple
        But you write deep thoughtful and spiritual

        One who writes is writer…
        You could be Disciple in academics
        But here You are Master…

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