At Golden Dawn
At golden dawn of hazy sun
the front of gilded river glows.
The swan opens its wings for fun
at golden dawn.
The span of white makes flying pose,
ready to soar, waiting for none,
as the morning mist the breeze blows.
While under the bridge waters run,
the sole swan will fly to get close
to sky where sun’s show has begun
at golden dawn.
Picture #1
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2025
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