Another hotel sunrise

Six birds flying low on the crimson horizon,
their silhouetted bodies a line against the canvas;
two cyclists ride by on the country road,
their bent-over bodies, one beside the other, another moving line;
thin clouds start to glow, the first heralds of the arrival
and a speck of cloud, like a freckle, turns radiant, not to be forgotten in the glory

© Meisaan Chan

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