A bird in me must wake up
and peck a golden quince.
A horse in me must wake up
and bite in half its golden reins.
A dog in me must wake up
and tear apart its golden leash.
A sun in me must wake up,
scattered and one, like scales of a goldfish.
I hear a face-like bell jingling in the wood,
I see a violet scarf flying over the rainy field,
my heart lies in the net of joy and woe,
beating as if someone's knocking on the door.
Must Wake Up
© Copyright: Vlanes, 2010
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