of days & off-days

 

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There are days

that songs are stifled

or the throat hoarse and weary

No more do notes glide softly -

raking leaves strewn across

the littered lawn

their butterfly wings

hung up in the wait

for another sunny day.


There are nights

that stars squander

their luminescence

on unappreciative lovers

roaming listlessly by

a moonlit shore

their brilliant points

curl up in the hope

of another cloudless night.


There are mornings

that sizzle on the stove

that sparkle sweet tangy-ness

hands clasping across the table

reliving life's love-filled moments

the warmth of the kitchen

reflects fervent esteem

done up in various colours

for each new morning.








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