Friday, April 5, 2019

poem of the day April 5


The word morning
touches a cord within
life's moving dream
A mantra of universal reflection
Making one aware
of the grand opening 
The parting of night to day
Tired or not, the word
comes like a messenger 
unconcerned with the trivial lives
found swimming in a human mind
lost before the start of day

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