Pocket Poems- Music

 

 

Music
the songbirds warbled, the wind whirled,
Mist caressed boughs tilted ‘n turned,
The music of morning suffused my senses,
Before the bustling city could cage me in its fences

 

 

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Picture Credit-Aaron Burden/Unsplash

I wrote this micro verse for a prompt-based contest. The prompt was to weave a verse around ‘music.’ This verse was chosen as one of the winners.

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