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Awakened

Dark clouds splattered morn
Glass reflects
Bleak yellow tinge of sun
The candle flame

The naked clothes 
Lie upside down
On a beaded line
Not so neat but clipped

A lonesome breather
With medusan hair
Oggles thro the stains
Of the brown and dusty outside

Frothy windows 
They stare back
As i hum in my head
Strange tunes ..from a foreign land

Broken glass
Spread the skies as stars
Tide and time drift
Hand in hand

Veiw some droplets
Pither pather across
The solemn glass as 
Theyhide in the shadows..

May holy moon
Half pitha better than no pitha
Soars into youthfull skies
Transcending layer by layer

Bliss of solitude
Time taps on to me
As i kiss my breath
And my faith she leaps

So now 

Scribbling away
On a resolution
Giggles and smiles
Like old times

Muse awakened
A  new meaning 
A new dimension
To the bardly nib

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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