Silent Morn

In the silence of the morn

I hear all that is to be heard

Sweet nothings do the flowers sweetly whisper

As the brilliant sun rises to kiss them

The worry of worries is moaned by Wind

Interrupting the philosophical discourse

Held by tired trees leaning on a tired horizon

In silence she suffers the

Beginning of yet another day

In the silence he begins his suffering

To drink of hope

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

Ohh how you picture what we see in life..
its a long sigh on a breezy morning ,so cold like all feelings
and wondering where shall i begin..its a day like any other
still i have to live it,there was not a smile on any face
but now i have to wear it on and all day..ohh what life

[Larry Dyson]

-hilfmirfliegen--help me fly...intrigueing

[Larry Dyson]

wonders within wonders of the universe and the mother earth...you are able to repeat the line description and apply it so well we dont regard it as repetition.. well played.