I see the morning awaking

June 30, 2012 § Leave a comment

I see the morning awaking

Its lights blues in my face

Was I close to faint

My eyes I scratch as I become sane.

 

A stout man

Full of dreams

I had born in me.

 

Although I lay

in my berth

Hundred times in days

But I come,

O, I come,

Undone as the morning goes.

 

I live the black

I snooze in gray

I awake in blue

I die in noon.

 

I see the morning awaking

But it is time

I’d rather sleep, tired.

 

I see the morning awaking

I wonder why

I look so deep in the sky.

 

Thinking thigh

Clinching mine

I see the morning awaking

deep upwards in sky.

– Key.

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