That first-sun smiles, before it sets away

And you draw your every breath beside the dowry dews of day


That coffee leaves a lump that outlasts its lay

As pieces of parchments pray for you to pay a visit for the day

Though, sometimes

A key seems off in the broken bits of your symphony

As it runs in your head, an unborn child dares a chase willfully


Tear drawn memories trickle page by page

And springs a smell singeing of sweet sage


Around and about the night sets huddled around a fog

And you close your eyes from what comes of that bog

But, sometimes

Days without the love you knew

Still, does all it can to find love anew

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