As I open the windows
I watch the hawkers push
Carts with pots and pans
I hear the sound of siren
Of the approaching trains
A thin cover of mist still
Hangs low over the town
And buds are not yet open
I look at the dense clouds
In the sky blocking the sun
A whiff of cool wind beats
My face and I feel so good
With its soft and caring touch
I will be go out for work now
These scenes inspire me much
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Very happy to read this very inspirational poem this morning, I feel the words you describe very visual and emotional. Thank you for sharing.5 Stars TOP Score