The dawn

The dawn short poem

For those who live in that moment
All life is strange.
The breeze and wind whispers –
New message and mellifluous music, as
All flowers are unique with life purpose of their own.

The morning chill,breaking sky hues,
Fresh dews, unveil hopes of the day’s most.
The day heralds with a new leaf of life
And fresh leaves, buds and sprouts
To write our life events ever as the best.

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Ravindran Govindaraju

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Simple writing but one which conveys beautiful imagery of The dawn..nice @Ravindran_Govindaraju

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