Dawning
when finally comes
dawn, i feel the life
beating...
The body is dressed in noises,
the soul dresses in action...
Dawn, natural ritual
of life...
For some, sadness....
For others, joy...
Always the same for me...
I'm not happy, nor am I
sad... !
I live in a state of poetry,
I'm a poet!
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2021
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