The morning walks all over the forest,
and the forest hums in the voice
of a choir raising the pitch
in a sonorous slow crescendo.
The light is falling on the whitewashed walls.
The waterfront is silent still.
Somewhere away is a boat being rowed.
The morning is waiting with a bated breath.
Sushama Karnik
06 Oct. 2020
Thanks for the image @Night passage Night passage
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