Revolution
The morning cool breeze of June
Stroke my skin gently,
There came a sort of brightness,
Eyes opened,
And I was welcomed into today's day by light;
A glimmer of noontime sun.
My vision so clear,
Clear enough to see the brightness of the day,
But I grope in the light
In search of what I have on sight,
Yet
I need no lens to rid me
Of a blur vision.
Stand as entity
For the future stares with uncertainty
Like a leaf tossing in the air.
Copyright © Xorla Attadzeh | Year Posted 2016
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