A bow

I heard a soft song
of little pigeon
Over my heard,
confusing with my dream . . .

It was a usual morning,
Open the window
and I just breathing
the air mixed with
smell of jasmine . . .

The sun isn't wake up,
The stars don't go to sleep yet,
The earth is yawing,
While the morning comes . . .

Hello new day!
Thanks for the existence,
Please give my love to my beloved
And . . .
Let me wake up tomorrow too . . .

(bs)