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Mundane Repetitions

Thinking of the sun
And thinking on the run
Its a silent whistle
That stops your dog
Fear stops me.

Sleeping under stars
Turning on the sedge
A lone thistle rides
Up your back
The old lives wont come back
From the sunshine.

The twilight eyes
Pupils bulge
Looking for life
In the semi-dark

A glint of sun
And the mornings run
Dark and gold become
One another.
Again an awakening.
Tom Gibo
Thursday, June 22, 2006
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