<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=398846" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Morning song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It feels as if the screaming<br>of a cricket goes right through the depths of me, <br>pass sleep into my brain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Outside there’s a choir of frogs croaking<br>to really wake me up<br>and I wonder why everything<br>and now even the birds<br>this morning is singing so happily<br>and somewhere in the distance<br>a cock crows a few times.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun’s red fingers<br>already feels through the twilight<br>and I see the big old dark brown dog<br>stretching herself out <br>as if she is worshiping the sun<br>and then sits prepared on attention<br>while she’s watches the street.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=398846" data-title="Morning song de Gert Strydom" data-description="It feels as if the screaming of a cricket goes right through the depths of me, pass sleep into my brain. Outside there’s a choir of frogs croaking to really wake me up and I wonder why everything and now even the birds this morning is singing ..."></div> </div> </div>

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