Thursday 15 August 2019

Poetry 2019 Featured Poet, Sonal Singh

A Languid morning

As the day steals o’er the languid morning
I wrap the duvet of my dreams,
Sit by the window and

The haze of the caliginous night lifts
Revealing a slumbering dawn
That yawns at the

The dew melds into the rain dripping 
From the eaves like a sparge
As if the morning

In the quietude of the supine morrow
I stretch to rouse my somnolent
Senses, coming awake

The misty veil lifts revealing sunshine
Incandescent like spun gold
Spilling its lambency

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