Morning Move

The dawn dews make few falls

The early cock crows woke you
The silent sands you swift sweep
The three clay friends await your visit
The earthen pot relish your caress

It is day break, You’re risen!
The river path savour your grace
Snores of sleeping siblings swerve your pause
Wishing they broke silence longer

Snores stop. Faces frown.
The grass sponge is a pain
Morning breeze is defiant

The morning is not over
Koko is not served

You make it.

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