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From Dawn to Dusk

From Dawn
To Dusk
So long the gap seems...
Which afternoon fills up with her sleep
After a hurried nap 
When I wake up to drink
Your First love 
The filter-coffee ; 
Which tastes as tasteless 
As first I drank it with you
But I love it
Because it reminds of you
And of your taste.


And long nights
When I wake after each hour
To taste loneliness , 
As salty as you are
And chant between every nightmare,
"everything will be fine".










At dawn,
I walk alone on my terrace,
Watch the world preparing for the day
And I too prepare ,
For a long weary afternoon,
Its short hurried nap,
And Filter-coffee.


At dusk,
I walk alone on my terrace,
Watch the world retire into pleasures,
And I too retire,
To sleep,
Wake up at every hour,
 Taste loneliness ,
Watch nightmares ,
And chant between them


"Everything will be fine..."
"Everything will be fine...".

Comments

Anonymous said…
this cud mAKE u crave to miss some1 with " filter coffee" !!! lolzz... " stylish yet intense"
@ngel ~ said…
Experienced in reality !!!
Dunno wat u indicate by "this?" but "filter-coffee" will always make me miss someone unless if my life is filled with it soon

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