Early morning brings the will to work.
Early morning coffee smell,
Fog at the azure and breeze fell,
Still, silence prevailed,
But light unveiled,
The city paths and places,
The streets and shapes,
Some people went to work,
Others were waiting in the folk,
Birds were singing happiness and hope,
Bringing love and heat,
Within their endless world,
Tonight people were coming back home,
When some with hands full of wheat,
Others with bare hands, nothing to hold.
KHBEY/ 76 words/ The fate/August/14/2020