The Early Hours

The early hours
The dew that
Dries in the dust
The early crow call child cry
Dragged duties through the day.

Steven Frame
November 2014

by Steven Frame

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A nice poetic imagination, Steven. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
Dragged duties through the day...wonderful composition really. Nice on sharing.