Wake up song
Million ambassador of morning lights
taking care of the dark dispelled room
Uncombed hair, unwashed face
looking' underneath the warm sheets
there's no better place to be
nor an occupation to end this slumber
Every straight road meander
So rest a while, stop a minute
gather the scattered though in your head
Rest and fall back to sleep.
1 comments:
Hi,
Just clicked through to your blog from Goodreads.
Great poetry, and love the Pink Floyd nod here :)
Cheers!
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