Monday, July 15, 2013

A night like a song... a soothe...

A day
Being sunny gay
When ends
He blessed
Always be
Like a song...
A prayer again
Peace
Coming like an angel
Splendid...
Starry...
Happiness as if
She herself means only that...

A night
That
Turning a song...
As if a radio on play
In a shack
Simple-
A cot...
A table...
A writing pad...
And
Lot of trees around
Waving leaves...
Their mirth sleepy...
A city
Going
To switch off
Halogenic
Displays...
To be properly lighted
By the starry song...

Angelic night
Comes thus...
As a day by Him blessed
Sleeps off
For
Another time...
Like a song...
A soothe...

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