There are morning birds singing their
fragmentary tunes in honey-sweet
tones outside my window. The dim
blue light stumbles in, like an old blind man,
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Welcome top PH. Fantastic idea to join in a poetry website. Past is the epoch of the sage on the mountain, and the bearded hermit languishing for God in the desert....Amazing lines shared with wise motive. Nice sharing....10
VERY ENCHANTING, close to nature and well-written!