With great fortunateness, I sleep beyond all approach.
My soul are pasted to the soft coarse texture of the bed.
I turn deaf ears to the wind's blow of cries .
Yet, a brood screams beyond all approach.
I accept my fatality in glory.
The sun dead yesterday has rise today
Just like brother Lazarus.
I desire to sleep beyond request.
But the day disapproves with harsh cries.
I awoke to the dawn of a new day.
My nailed feet uplifts.
My head taken abroad.
It's the dawning of a new day.
It has dawned.
©ADPJ
©pelumi
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