Apr 2015
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There are days
in which songs are stifled
or the throat hoarse and weary
No more softly gliding notes -
of raked leaves dance across
a freshly littered lawn
their butterfly wings
hung up in expectant wait
for another sunny day.
There are nights
that stars squander
their luminescence
on unappreciative lovers
listlessly roaming by
a moonlit shore
their brilliant points
curl up in the hope
of another cloudless night.
There are mornings
that sizzle on the stove
that sparkle sweet tangy-ness
hands clasping across the table
reliving life's love-filled moments
the warmth of the kitchen
reflects fervent esteem
done up in various colours
for each new morning.
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There are days
in which songs are stifled
or the throat hoarse and weary
No more softly gliding notes -
of raked leaves dance across
a freshly littered lawn
their butterfly wings
hung up in expectant wait
for another sunny day.
There are nights
that stars squander
their luminescence
on unappreciative lovers
listlessly roaming by
a moonlit shore
their brilliant points
curl up in the hope
of another cloudless night.
There are mornings
that sizzle on the stove
that sparkle sweet tangy-ness
hands clasping across the table
reliving life's love-filled moments
the warmth of the kitchen
reflects fervent esteem
done up in various colours
for each new morning.
____✒
●○
°
