Unpredictable Morning
The morning sun falls
Noises awake, passing crowds
once quiet again
Stand on the cold feet
Dew still not fade by the lights
Sipping my hot tea
Rectangle door closed
The framework offers the view
My sight clustered straight
Enjoyed the greenish
While the sun turns into gloom
It's ready to rain
Copyright © Yanny Widjanarko | Year Posted 2013
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