"irreproducible" poems
The glistening glare of dawn,
Dampens my view,
My eyes are all blurry,
Yet I seem to see it all.
The hollow shell that I am,
Fondled with the color of dawn,
Seem to find myself yet again,
The perpetuality of dawn,
And its evenness,
Makes me jealous and nonchalant,
Yet I seem to sense nought.
I find myself thinking yet again,
All these moments are irreproducible.
I wonder when I said this before
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 9:28 PM UTC