Awakening Poem by Lev Brekhman

Awakening



Lucidity comes in the morning -
A shining, off-whitish she-bird.
The night though spent in mourning,
The voice of the hope is bold.
You know your road eternal,
The wheels of the Karma a-scream...
And dreams, so sick, so venal,
Become sour-pussical cream.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: irony
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