Silent morning
There is no wind
However, cold come to my knees
It pulls me to unknown place
I met people around
But they don't identify
A women with brown jacket
A women with covert think
It's morning perfection
Where I stand alone
Without sceptic gaze
Without fake inquiry
Without people proximity,
Sometimes, I fully needed it
Just letting go with nature sounds, with cold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Truly beautiful poem capturing the magic of the morning. Excellent poem! A superb ten When i opened the poems page, I was surprised to see a poem with this title (under 'new poems') since just now I posted a poem, titled the magic of dawn