Sunday Morning Poem by alexandros filippakis
Sunday Morning
Rating: ★3.5
Waking up on a Sunday morning
Compressed into emptiness
I feel that in the skies
There’s a safe place for me
A departure for another continent!
I say to myself
But then again
Destination is sadness
For the higher I rise
New languages I learn
But in my evening home coming
I meet myself mute and deaf
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: emptiness,waking
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