Morning Poem by Bidyarnab Das

Morning

Rating: 5.0

Golden hues gently spread,
Across the horizon, they tread,
Mornings, a silent art,
Painted with a tender heart.

Dew-kissed petals glisten,
As sleepy towns awaken, listen,
To the whispers of the breeze,
Dancing through the trees.

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Nabakishore Dash 02 June 2024

Nicely imagined and written.

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