Shadows of trees and me on the table
follow me this way. Pomegranate tea
sits prettily, invitingly.

The time is readying
or am I happy with the
sounds that come from

Without noise, I sleep in
places secret and secure.

All my delights in this mind
of bright lights
mood divine
any time.

I’m ready to pitch in.

Rating 3.00 out of 5


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