Early morning
I heard a dew drop
opening its white wings ;
each crack parted
a turning wave
a frost bubbling over.
Within its eyes
the world was moving
in a daze.
About to explode
holding out to the sky
it coughed out life
a moist lick
on a coarse dry leaf.
© Malintha Perera
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 3:14 AM UTC
Early morning
I heard a dew drop
opening its white wings ;
each crack parted
a turning wave
a frost bubbling over.
Within its eyes
the world was moving
in a daze.
About to explode
holding out to the sky
it coughed out life
a moist lick
on a coarse dry leaf.
© Malintha Perera
