There is still the morning in my town.
The most of my neighbors are sleeping sweetly...
I’m crossing the street to the river and go down,
where the sun is smiling and sometimes it’s frown.
There is still the morning in my town...
But here it is the day full of life like in a city.
The low sky is hanging above the wet ground...
I’ve stood on my toes and touched the rosy cloud.
© 2014 Kate Marinovsky