Dawn is not far

Dawn is not far short poem

Dawn is not far,
I can feel the first rays of light
Though not see them yet
The wind is cold as it should be…
Dampness of dew is all around me
I can almost hear the birds chirping

Dawn is not far

The river is flowing relentlessly
I can see the star light in it
Moon is somewhere beyond horizon
I can hear some people walking
A women returning from somewhere
Few drunkards staggering here and there

Dawn is not far

The city is still sleeping
Except for scavengers on prowl
And some one out for nocturnal trysts
As the dawn approaches
Ushering in a new day
Birds and fledglings will wake up to welcome the sun
Sun that is source of life

Dawn is not far

But should I see the dawn
Wait for another day and hope it to be new
Maybe I would…
Because dawn is not far…

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The dawn, symbolic of hope and new beginnings, you treated with anticipation, but became
whimsical afterwards. And then the allusion to shadowy deeds of people being concluded with the approach of the new day, all in the unfolding of the poem, trying on some new format. Write on.

Joseph C Ogbonna
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Dawn is not far is a beautiful write-up. Thanks for sharing it.

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