Jay Decenella Poems

It is a rare hour before darkness
When water, air and clouds merge
To become one indivisible
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Some nights I could hardly sleep,
though dreams at times plummet deep
into void pits of cosmos.
And if I should dream no more,
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In the comfort
Of my solitude,
I found a sort
Of thunderstorm brewed
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The pizzicato ray of Cagayan sun
Sweeps across the sprawl of Midwestern bay,
Onto every word of the book, I’ve begun
Peeking into distant lives from far away
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Farewell, some say,
Is better left for nightfall
But when the sun departed that day,
To me, life just began to crawl
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