Alas, I wish we knew
The glitter of the dew,
Bit reddened by the hue
Of huge and shining spot...
The hot flash of a spark
With chirping of the lark
Dissolve the ink of dark
May blind us all at dawn
Vague remnants of the night
Fly high up and collide
With smoldering kites
And sadly fade away
Thick smears of the red
Blow life into the dead
Squeeze out, shake and shed
Fresh blood into the veins
A motley rainbow drop
Rolls down from the top
And melts the frosty soap
Off sleepy blades of grass
If only we smelled
The fragrance of the world
If only we felt...
But we are sleeping yet...
Morning
© Copyright: Владлен Заборов 2, 2013
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