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6:36 in the morning
With a sky so grey,
clouds arrive to break
up its monotony,
with a wind so cold
to an unseen
stretch of limbs, howling
with a lake so hungry
stealing shadows
of wild geese, passing
days are shorter now,
pallid with an early decay,
there is a distance
I travel to the midnight moon, lamenting
with the streetlights, a loneliness.
But you are here, my darling,
sleeping. I pluck
another feather
from your dreams,
growing daylight.
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Comments
raj
Sun, 2011-11-13 13:05
Anna
a lovely picture of early winter morning with a superb welcome to daylight..
But you are here, my darling,
sleeping. I pluck
another feather
from your dreams,
growing daylight
raj (sublime_ocean)