Before the News

With sleep in its eyes
a new day yawns,
Mist swirls,

Pines stretch
like great specters emerging
out of the darkness.

A symphony
of morning sounds,
the orchestra invisible,

This could be  the time
before mankind,
before madness…

Freeze frame
this moment
of peace.

 

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