Some waking ups
Are like going to sleep...
Eternal...
A bidding adieu kind
A songy flowery escape
To another world...
As if from far
Someone is calling by name...
As if the dawn has broken and still
The sleep has not become
Complete...
A sleep
For an escape...
As if someone has left
A bunch of beautiful flowers at the door
Unasked...
Silently...
Stealthily...
As if a letter has someone flown
Into the breeze...perfumed one...
Savoury and so so calm...
Some waking ups
Are like that...
Tomorrow coming today
Like...
Songs lingering on mind
And that silence more divine
Dropping like dew...
Filtered through
Drop by drop
Shiny
Golden
Sparklingly
Perfect-
By the ether...
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