The dawn falls and finds you awake,
You spend the night recalling and writing,
Nothing seems either joyous or exciting,
The day’s dim and the bright colors are fake.
Voluntary sadness – for the sake of creating,
You program yourself into creative bliss,
You don’t care about the good things you miss,
And the troubles seem to be slightly abating.
Awake
© Copyright: Рустам Абдул-Алиев, 2014
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