Hours of Strange
Sunday, January 4, 2015
Routine
Monday to Sunday,
I stare through the window,
for a view
—
a glance of wholeness.
The rain writes legends on the roof
in a pitter-patter Morse code.
Dreams drag out dragons riding the
half moon in broad daylight.
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January 5, 2015 at 3:52 AM
This is a very beautiful poem - I love it!
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This is a very beautiful poem - I love it!
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