Charm Dionesio

(June 05,1985 / Philippines)

Reflection


My alarm ring
It's 5 o'clock in the morning
Half close eyes
I find my way
To the washroom
I look myself in the mirror
I couldn't see clear my reflection
I feel so tired yet
I need to start my day
So I open the tap
I spray water on my face
Now I have fully awake mind
I remembered last night
I fell asleep
Mobile on hand
With a message unsent

Submitted: Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, May 22, 2013
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  • Gajanan Mishra (5/22/2013 4:51:00 AM)

    I fell asleep
    Mobile on hand
    With a message unsent.

    Wonderful and meaningful my dear poet, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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