Early Morning Poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
Early Morning
the morning is falling
the yawning is calling,
the sleep is never anymore
a need this time for sure,
my eyes wide open to see
the earliest bird and bee,
the mosquito has finally rested
and its buzz i can't hear, instead
the sounds of the morning niceness
have taken charge so priceless,
the body fails to stand on thy feet
but the mind dwells well and sit,
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poem: 'early morning'
book: 'thus spoke ntema: the unknown poet'
year: february 2013
book no.2 of 2013
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