Rhythm of Morning

The cocoon pulsates in the shrub
as scent bursts with fresh force,
after rainy night, stirring
the sweet memory
vitalize the languid soul
Sudden deja vu…
Drifting bacon smell rouses hunger
while the wind chime let out
soft laughs, gyrating and spraying
the golden sunbeams into the air
like the breeze in the blonde hair
The day’s plan, mere continuation of
yesterday, renews itself in the rhythm

(by Byung A. Fallgren. Byung A. Fallgren Blog)

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