Morning Dusk
Stealthily,
it streams in at daybreak
through the louvre,
then slowly seeps
into my dim, damp room;
early light,
it makes the dust slow-dance
in midair to an awkward tune
like drunken dandelions
in the morning dusk.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2008
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