Morning Poems
On the softness of
Comfort
I lay,gazing into the
blank Darkness,
Waiting the sun's warmth
The hark's voice echoes
In the outside world in
Unison
With the pitched
Choruses of the crickets.
Tensed,I became.
Never wavering,waited I
Patiently for a birth,what
Birth.........?
Then the nightingale's
melodious songs
Pervading the
Atmosphere,gazed I once
Again- the dispersing
Night casting darkness
Into oblivion with the
Birth of a new dawn.
Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013
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