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.

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1 comments:

Utsav said...

Hi,
Just clicked through to your blog from Goodreads.
Great poetry, and love the Pink Floyd nod here :)
Cheers!

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