My Mysterious Morning
This is only a dream not a real scene.
By Sagar PanwarPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
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Credit: ANUKRITI
The sound rose from the clock,
I quickly got up. Stop it! I cried.
Through the window I saw, fog.
Still there for me, to say Good Morning.
Shine as bright as that of a burning copper.
Spread red beams to the sky.
His face was sweet, but the power, still I feel.
"Good morning," he said.
I run to the clouds, slipped on to the ground.
Earth says to me, "I with my greenery, wish you a very good morning".
Wind blows me up with a great jerk. I was afraid.
I fell down to the floor.
I opened my eyes, with a deep breath.
I said, "Oh! God I am here, not so far".
This is only a dream not a real scene.
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About the Creator
Sagar Panwar
A little bit mine, a little bit yours.
Together this dream is ours.
Poet | Poetry
I am walking in darkness with a notebook and a pen.
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