Colours Poem by Gerard Taylor

Colours



The singing of birds from the moment of dawn
To the sounds of chattering voices
I awake to this beautiful morn
A essence of bloom flows in with the breeze
My start to this day fills me with ease

A walk through the park
A gathering of thoughts
This day comes in colours
And all different walks

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