As the sun comes out
The birds sing to wake my soul
The dogs gr-avail with growl, barking
Fearful tactics to ward-off competition
On breakfast banquet
Served for the morning wake, rise and shine
My heart slowly wakes to welcome dawn
Of a new day, to celebrate life with breath
But this day, somehow, someway
It is not to be, following drum roll
The gates of the flame of life that burns
Seems half stuck, jammed in position
The winds are absent from the windows
To bring fresh air into stuffy rooms
My thoughts are clouded
It seems the rain is coming, but then it doesn't
And then Monday is over
I am sitting in the bright orange roof house
Admiring the view of the hills and the sky
And the weight is all gone
Picture by: http://dzordzorme.blogspot.com/
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