some HaikuA Poem by Michael Oliverexercises Before the
sunrise The leaves are
a whispering The sky has
secrets
The morning sunlight Passing by
the wine glasses
Delivers an old mood Read the morning draft A sunlight
ode is written On slats
of the blind Clarinet plays To morning
chills The bright
green leaf
Starts
another day
But
dialogues Between
the leaves Creating shivers Silence has its own sound The distant
wren upon the ear
That
understands
© 2019 Michael OliverAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on October 1, 2019 Last Updated on October 1, 2019 AuthorMichael OliverAboutI like capturing the world in various mediums for a long time I was a painter, but more recently I realize the same imperative can be used to direct words as well as brushes. more..Writing
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