Michael Devant
Bliss in Indonesia
Tuesday, July 28, 2009


As the morning unfolds it's glory
The remnant from what the night has left behind
Was nothing more than an old story
A simple memory from which life intertwined
Of which how the darkness made us blind
and how precision of time could be so kind

This is not just the day after
It is a blessing to start anew
Whenever humans failed and falter
Paths are given to the chosen few
Like a fresh pure early dew
When the day began to brew

Exhale all the free spirit above
And touch the kindred moist below
When it felt like another love
It's still the same inside wherever it flow
Spreading far and wide in a countless row
And made the wisp move until they glow
Michael Devant

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