The early birds flutter
the street lamps stutter
through the mist clad windows of my room
I see a silhouette with a broom.
Covered scantily in a shawl
the silhouette shivers little
in the early morning cold
my heart fills with warmth
through my comfy, cozy room
as i continue to behold.
The silhouette marches
like a disciplined soldier
his faithful broom,
waving at his command
clearing the deserted street
of yesterday's dust and sand
and driving away the scattered litter
mindlessly left to standout and glitter.
The silhouette doesn't tire
nor he waits to breathe a rest
I wonder, if he has miles to retire
as he disappears down the street's crest.
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Written and Published - Jan 1st, 2018.
Happy new year to the readers.
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Isle of Tranquility
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