My reveling friends having left,
As I sweep a home disheveled,
The aim a single minded cleaning,
Reaching that nook and this corner
Found are nuggets physical, forgotten,
A pearl from a necklace torn,dusty
and hidden,A scrap from a letter of love.
As the dirt is ****** out, as sets in order
Somehow even the mind gets orderly,
Cleansed,My focus singular to catharsize
the physical,strangely turning spiritual,
Into a nirvana just sweeping!
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 11:26 AM UTC
My reveling friends having left,
As I sweep a home disheveled,
The aim a single minded cleaning,
Reaching that nook and this corner
Found are nuggets physical, forgotten,
A pearl from a necklace torn,dusty
and hidden,A scrap from a letter of love.
As the dirt is ****** out, as sets in order
Somehow even the mind gets orderly,
Cleansed,My focus singular to catharsize
the physical,strangely turning spiritual,
Into a nirvana just sweeping!
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