This week’s poem, a message for all those walkers and joggers who fill their ears with music instead of listening to the morning.
Just listen
Turn it off and hear birds sing,
bat wings cling
wrap around
sounds of morning.
Beyond dewy hedge life rattling past
on bicycle wheels,
floating
slices of conversation.
Whispering of leaves,
breezed through foliage
drifting under
crunching steps.
Shy birds chirp
in shifting shadows.
Crows arguing,
over some intriguing thing.
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Dhaka 2015
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Ja, bare lyt….det kan vi lære meget ved. Dejligt digt.
Tak Anne!