My Interpretation of Poetical Ideas, Messages, Information and Resources.

Early Morning

Another dawn

the contemplation of time is left in yesterday

it seems

everything hasn’t changed

the window

the unfinished poem

lying quietly on a paper

it seems to be taunting

the uncompromising passage of time

the first light

and the calendar on the wall

are saying

yesterday’s become history

the heart

is the adept gait

moving forward

giving time

unexpected apexes

one after another.



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