The Spring

Oh yes
The Spring has come
The quiet beating of the drum
Is ever closer to behold
As beauties of new life unfold
And, from under piles of snow,
Emerge victorious of the winter blow

And, in me,
A new myself lies dormant, too
My body yearns for something new,
A new direction, paved by none
But morning rays of growing Sun,
Whose shine, so cleansing and so fine
Reflects in corner of my weary eye

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A good night’s sleep

I wake up
Through the window
The light that shines on me so gently

I stir and flounder in my bed
What is the time?
It shouldn’t be that sunny yet
What the hell.
My mind still finds it hard to get
How can that be?
The alarm’s off, my eyes are wet
My chance is gone.
I missed my train.
There is no way I can explain.

Is this world real? I start to doubt
A world, in which no failures are allowed
I stare out of the window in disdain
The shining sun can’t soothe my pain

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