The Morning After Poem by bonifacio alba

The Morning After



Morning dew on the leaves
Caressed and its coldness felt
As I passed by the flowers
The leaves touched my skin
And the cold dew drops slide.
I saw the flowers bloom
And the morning breeze
Carried away its scent
With deep breath I did
-To smell its fragrance.
I stood still and see the fog
Bidding goodbye to give way
-For another day to come.

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