morning
Morning
Slumbering in the shallow of sleep
where memories of movies are seen
The shift of the pebbles
nibbled by tiny crabs
senses of songs
“ What was is all about Alfie?”
Repeat itself
saddened by life's vagary
Dreams like oil slicks on the surface
of water-polluted thoughts
thrown into the tidal sand
Sinking into Hypnos's arms
wake, when birds sing
the blue hope
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