Thursday, February 24, 2011


The cracking peach on the dark sky fumagate the crisp glory of day

It comes with a liquidity that seems to drain the intensity of night

Robing it of its mystery and secrecy.

Signs are made manifest, the birds started singing

The winds whispering cool and calm

As the darkness is blanketed by light, the sky becomes bluer

The sun is here due to an ancient agreement

Nothing more glorious until the day the contract is ended

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