This morning wasn’t grey
it was dipped into soothing lavender
is replaced by sounds of early traffic.
the white-heaven bound birds
bringing with them freshly baked hope,
as I manage
to pull myself out of bed.
then calls me to the things of this world
and to the dark intentions of disquiet,
ponders over political salad dressing
where vegetable bits
turn one against something as relevant
as kosher salt;
merely a word lost in translation?
I greet the day
with fire in my soul
and determination raging in my breast,
let there be a breeze of change
let tranquility ripen slowly,
in the midst of life we encounter death
let there be development of tenderness,
let us stare
into the eyes of time, the unthinkable
let the young, old and restless
step into the field, come
let us plough peace as our new principle.
Photo credits: Sunny Day by Joseph Zbukvic
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