Walking through a London park in the early morning, when the whole day lies ahead.

The wet petal carpet sticks to my soul

 

a chilling breeze finds it’s way through my clothes.

 

Rhythmic steps continuously drive me on

 

through the drizzle, to the sun blanket on my face

 

and a hot coffee between by palms.

 

It’s just beginning.

 

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  • Rinkal Desai on Nov 30, 2009

    Wonderful poem ^_^

  • drelayaraja on Nov 30, 2009

    Good one friend..

  • drelayaraja on Nov 30, 2009

    Good one friend..^_^

  • Themax on Nov 30, 2009

    Hi Petalm,have a nice day and really very good poem friend,Thanks :)

  • AlmaG on Nov 30, 2009

    Sounds like a wonderful morning :) Great poem!

  • Darla Cooke on Nov 30, 2009

    Very nice poem!

  • Guy Hogan on Nov 30, 2009

    There is nothing like the feel of early morning and you have captured the feel here.

  • bailieman on Jan 3, 2010

    Good poem. Early morning is a magical time of day.

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