...in India.
Long before the sleepy-eyed
taps begin to cry fresh water,
and the giant tree's slumber
breaks into birds chirpy,
the orange of the sky
lets a bit of sun.
Pretending a night still,
I dig deep in my blanky.
It wards me off and jumps
on the ground, mimicking a fall.
I am sure it’s a conspiracy
morning noises
evaporate dew
and the giant tree's slumber
breaks into birds chirpy,
the orange of the sky
lets a bit of sun.
Pretending a night still,
I dig deep in my blanky.
It wards me off and jumps
on the ground, mimicking a fall.
I am sure it’s a conspiracy
morning noises
evaporate dew
clock ticks 8
I am again late.
On my way
I see clouds of dust being pulled(swept)
I am again late.
On my way
I see clouds of dust being pulled(swept)
from the ground and work being done
A line of trees becomes my sight
with morning flowers red and white.
Washed with a bucket full of sun
promise of good day has begun
punctuated with work
dazzled festive air the time of year winter
dresses for october fair.
A line of trees becomes my sight
with morning flowers red and white.
Washed with a bucket full of sun
promise of good day has begun
punctuated with work
dazzled festive air the time of year winter
dresses for october fair.
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