As Night Vanishes
The morning is born
on the edge of today;
a wanton quickly consumed
within the burning of the candle.
The fanciful things you do
brighten my cloistered room;
a glimmer teasing
the depth of an arbor.
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2021
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