Waking up
It's just another fresh morn
I can hear the cheering of the lark
for a new day is coming
no matter how grief it may be yesterday
Waking around
surrounded by lush grass and flowers
I hear greetings between them
as the wind gently breezed
Wandering in mind
I try to grasp something inside
But l hear the whispering of the sea
as waves patting the sand shore
It sounds that all things are filled with my soul
I can hear everything but nothing
only the echo of my heart
Bonnie
The first poem in my life
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