Seek Poem by Mana Kavingyan

Seek

Taste the fresh air
I am with a green plant
path

Heat up
Dew of the night
I was out of breath

Fortune ear says
Tune of chirping Birds

Dissolving dews
Cold nerves
Into warm hands

Seek me
Hidden inside

© Manakavingyan

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