107 Poem by RIC BASTASA
107
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at dawn break
i open the windows on the rear
pale lights from the eastern side of the window pane enter
i stretch my arms and hands
rub my eyes like sands
the cock has crowed
the church bells toll, i bow
it is the paleness of light, the color of sadness
landing slowly like a tiny wind in my emptiness.
Monday, February 16, 2009
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4/24/2024 5:34:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Do not be empty, do not be sad. Fill yourself with happiness. Do read the one of my poetry 'curtains'. It is a bit like yours but starts with curtains and the opposite of this poem.