Sunday, March 11, 2012

That book on my bed

As I reduce the volume of breathtaking music
Dying words touch my ears and soul
Like a soft breeze while walking up hill

So I scribble my thoughts, thoughts
As serene as the tortoise
Sleeping on my couch

Yeah, it’s a beautiful morning
Beautiful only because of the way I feel 
Selfish I, I wish to share it with no one

This beautiful morning, except with
That book I left on my bed
Last night, when sleep betrayed my eyes

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