Crowing

Cockerel crowing signal of the dawn
Sun a glowing victory in sky
All is flowing full of hope in morn
To and froing people bustle by
Wind is blowing change it scents the air
No one knowing what tomorrow holds
Seed for sowing crop that we can share
Life is showing mystery unfolds
Purple low when after noon’s delight
Sun will go and leave our hope to night

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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