The night was still young,
when the world started to stir;
Drowsy heads emerge
from under the cold blanket
called life, for life.
Groups flock to the courts
and to libraries and to
canopies and to the grounds,
celebrating the cool night
under the burning embers
in the distant sky. The trees
sway to the music
of the wind and grass
awaits the naked feet
caress it passionately.
The chirping of the crickets
is a lullaby to each and every
still deep in the slumber
and music to the others.
The turf inhales and exhales
with each breath everyone
takes and the gentle,
feel good movement
brings everyone alive
and makes everyone laugh
as life begins, begins, begins.
Beautifully vivid!
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Thank you so much ❤
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You’re welcome xo
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https://krupajnanda.wordpress.com/2016/08/07/sunshine-blogger-award/
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Hey I enjoy your poems. I had to hit that follow button. I also try once in a while to do poetry. Please check on my blog. Love the look of your blog too.
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Thank you so much!
I’d be sure to check your blog :’)
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