Monday, July 2, 2012

la manana...

O my morning dream
Grainy golden sunbeamed
Turned halfway across the bed
Satin white cover draped...
Just before waking up...
Looked like from heaven dropped
Straight on the layered earth
To give a different birth...

A birth of a hero...or a coward
By pulleys gradually lowered
On uncovered plane... my morning's bride
Glossy papered- black and white...
Only some sunny spots on shine
Penciled dark and light...lined sublime...

O my morning dream
Grainy golden sunbeamed
Rose a sculptor in me...
Filling me with satiety...




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