Three a M
Three A M
August 15, 2020
By Tom
I have an identity only when I’m awake,
in slumber, i journey as an unknown.
My jaunts sometime end long before daybreak,
when dreams fall prey to the ringing phone.
Melancholy quiescent isn’t draping my morning,
weather is active as the new dawn breaks.
But things can change, absence of warning,
and as the sun rises, all of nature awakes.
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