I rose, from where I lay.
Slumber then being done with me.
I followed upon what's necessary
––A routine sung out to me—
Then on this particular day,
Trees on the outside
Beckoned with the wind—inside
No thought was then wasted
In entering a paradise
Where clouds charioted across
the sky—to diffuse the harshness of light
So that I could glance at the source of life.
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 4:38 AM UTC
I rose, from where I lay.
Slumber then being done with me.
I followed upon what's necessary
––A routine sung out to me—
Then on this particular day,
Trees on the outside
Beckoned with the wind—inside
No thought was then wasted
In entering a paradise
Where clouds charioted across
the sky—to diffuse the harshness of light
So that I could glance at the source of life.
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