I
let a yawn
When I awake at dawn,
Releasing dreams
I became fond of
To spheres beyond my reach
Like
Evaporation' At daybreak
Carrying dreams away
Like dew that flees my lawn
sweet was it’s wetness
But now without witnesses,
Unredeemed In ink, to be read,
or words, to be heard,
Like a fragrance one could waft
Eventually goes lost
Yet Another morning
Yet Another mourning
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