You Are the First Hour of Morning Delight
You are..
The first hour of morning delight
A lonesome afterglow of twilight
A fatigued afternoon, slowly passing for only an hour.
You are..
All day round a maple leaf, a fallen Aesop, elsewhere
You are..
Folding daylong a solid gold, gothic sermon of a wiser archangel.
The first hour of morning delight
A lonesome afterglow of twilight
A fatigued afternoon, slowly passing for only an hour.
You are..
All day round a maple leaf, a fallen Aesop, elsewhere
You are..
Folding daylong a solid gold, gothic sermon of a wiser archangel.
The first hour of morning delight
A lonesome afterglow of twilight
A fatigued afternoon, slowly passing for only an hour.
You are..
All day round a maple leaf, a fallen Aesop, elsewhere
You are..
Folding daylong a solid gold, gothic sermon of a wiser archangel.
You are, the simplest wish
That opens the door to eternal joy.
You are, in the scorching sun,
A gush of gently soothing breeze, to overcome.
You are the last poem, the setting sun
Sandcastle hour along the beaches, sparkling oddities of lives, in the long run.
You are..
First hour of morning delight
Lonesome afterglow of twilight
A fatigued afternoon, slowly passing for only an hour.
You are an oasis in the depth of a desert, slender trees
A tranquil dense forest,with the hue of a greenery.
You are, in a sandstorm
A blessed incessant rainfall, that washes away in expiation.
You are..
In my heart
A muse that gathers a hundred stars.
You are..
The first hour of morning delight
A lonesome afterglow of twilight
A fatigued afternoon, slowly passing for only an hour.
You are..
All day round a maple leaf, a fallen Aesop, elsewhere
You are..
Folding daylong a solid gold, gothic sermon of a wiser archangel.
The first hour of morning delight
A lonesome afterglow of twilight
A fatigued afternoon, slowly passing for only an hour.
You are..
All day round a maple leaf, a fallen Aesop, elsewhere
You are..
Folding daylong a solid gold, gothic sermon of a wiser archangel.
The first hour of morning delight
A lonesome afterglow of twilight
A fatigued afternoon, slowly passing for only an hour.
You are..
All day round a maple leaf, a fallen Aesop, elsewhere
You are..
Folding daylong a solid gold, gothic sermon of a wiser archangel.
The first hour of morning delight
A lonesome afterglow of twilight
A fatigued afternoon, slowly passing for only an hour.
La…la…la.
Motivation : A song of Bangladesh.
Copyright © Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2023
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