Early Birds, a poem by Andrea Myinga at Spillwords.com

Early Birds

Early Birds

written by: Andrea Myinga

 

One moon alights,
The mighty night fades away,

Eye-catching twinkles pop up,
Straightening the wrinkles,
Of a wagging, angry sky,

Fierce from the defeat,
Sounded louder and harder,
Until crack of another dawn,

The stink of that death,
Cooks and spices vanity,
Served first as breakfast,

Shared among early birds,
Minded with fresh beginnings,
Dreamed, dared to be lived,

Knowing it takes hours,
Twelve plus twelve to count,
Before being dragged to a new reality,

Only breath to be thanked,
That keeps souls in heaps,
Of life lived on new days.

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