The Out-and-out Morn

by: Shaffi A. Karimah

The sky shows off an orange tinge,

sunlight penetrates from the window pane,

the dew drops like a trickle of water from heaven,

fresh air fills the pulmonary lung cavity in a breath,

the birds rushes from the nest,

and the buttercup flower prepares to bloom.

She stirs a cup of tea,

brings it to the balcony,

sips it little by little,

and leans his weary back in a chair with two arms.

She closes her eyes,

enjoys the singing of the birds,

gets a warm kiss on her forehead,

and smiles without opening her eyes.

She knows well who that man is.

"How a perfect morning this is", she said slowly.

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