Daybreak
Morning appears
wet...
bare street
bathe...
both
hoping to clean the
rust of life ...!
Weather alerts for
that don't leave home !
and the windows not awake
don't even notice ...
The routine still sleeps
perceiving that still
I didn't wake up to the fight ...
I dream of heydays
to come ... alive
in the landscapes of dreams
finals, daydreams ...
That's why I appreciate dreams,
we live what we never lived ...
There is a knock at the door!
- Come, coffee is served ...!
- Real, reality ... this is something
that I detest ...!
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