Friday, November 23, 2007

Morn

Better days are here again
I could hear the birds sing
chipping about making merry
so heart skips
I am assured I can breathe

Yellow rays illunminate the sheets
the glorious sun peeps, then crawls in
ma hands run over a glowing face
a smile cracks through revealing brilliant enamel
how could things go wrong again?
I ask myself

Ub(c)

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