Arrows of sunlight splitting the blinds
Fading photographs and chastening minds
Lighting the corners of a forgotten dream
Thoughts tumbling down a mountain stream
Sunday slides away gently, unobserved
Leaving a dusk with purple edges curved
Clinging to the horizon with gluey grasp
Setting night's padlock on the day's hasp.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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