Impromptu 3 Liners

Your glances I catch

Rest is redundant

Eyes speak own language


Every awakening, I emerge

From under warm covers

Spirit is newborn daily


Trees stand tall outside

Casting lace curtain of shadows

Happily swaying weather notwithstanding


I learn lessons from everything I see

What is obvious, is never the reality

It is my perception that is clouded


Bitter pills I make palatable

Coat hard truths with levity

These I swallow on daily basis


A crow cawed last night

Bearing messages from beyond

Dreams are their usual realms





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