Morning Love Poem by Mumu Da Poet

Morning Love



When the night becomes a choir of sad songs,
When the chirping voices of birds are no-more,
Only trials of siren laughters,
That bims next door.
My heart sits within my self.
Folding its legs and closing it's eyes.
I search through the lonely nights, for friendly zombies.

MUMU DA POET

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