A cat and a cactus,
magenta morning light,
falling slanted,
highlighting the fluff of both,
a moth flying above,
not knowing the night did leave,
a day begins like a false
memory resurrected.
It could be me or someone else
watching this, a witness,
time today, some other day
any day from eternity's record book,
memories time keeps, has every day
you ask for,
it would have love or war,
everything is possible.
Another day, gently breaks
like a flower, smiles at us.
Cat and cactus,
magenta morning light,
*I see, I hear; a wayfarer,
through this path.*
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 1:03 PM UTC
A cat and a cactus,
magenta morning light,
falling slanted,
highlighting the fluff of both,
a moth flying above,
not knowing the night did leave,
a day begins like a false
memory resurrected.
It could be me or someone else
watching this, a witness,
time today, some other day
any day from eternity's record book,
memories time keeps, has every day
you ask for,
it would have love or war,
everything is possible.
Another day, gently breaks
like a flower, smiles at us.
Cat and cactus,
magenta morning light,
*I see, I hear; a wayfarer,
through this path.*
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