Dreamless Second Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE

Didn't eat the winter morning
Flying far away the dews are
The sun has come but I am in a drowsy mood
Full of confetti in the bedroom
Living waters playing in the bathtub
The shadows are whispering with the dead walls
Nomadic breeze on the roof of illustrious breathing
Inhale and exhale- crawling on the upstairs
No sky over the visions of the sole dream
Illusions are leading the ideal ego
Ascetic roots in the maple's kinship
Glittering gold covers the envelope
Flapping window wings with songs of Amoretti
Discovers the pine tree a couple of yellow teenage
Marbled monastery summons beneath the purple hills
Through the laurel wood, I wake up and grasp
A dead soul.

© Mahtab Bangalee
29th January,2025
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