The morning wears a mild smile
Broken up in shards of light
Tickling me in memory of yours,
Feathered with wind of a grief
Upset me as mistaken for a joy.
I forget then the sun-hit faces
People going out in depth
Blotting out their little universe,
I am smitten it was your face
Not the sun I aspire this morning
Swimming like swan in a pool
Empty of food but for glamour.
You are like a lily of night in moon light
But closed for my eyes in sleep,
Shaken as a home I am swept away
Mocked again by storm from sea
Though the sun shines bright for ruins.
My mind like a dove circling this morn
So derelict to fly without reasons,
Though the carpet of flowery day waits
I feel like a parrot in a cage, suspect
How the groomed love of hands
Crackles my bone in painful cries!
I am restless like leaves blown up
Somewhere in my shoreless life,
How is that my nights and days
Paralleled like birds in empty- flight,
It wears an old mirror for your face
Like fog blurring the face of sun.
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