Sunday, February 09, 2014

Go deep, H


Blank page...
No deep thoughts;
Lost in a sea of quiet.

Sunday morning...
Something is rumbling;
The new buds of spring.

The new season of freshness
Renovation and change!

Let it arrive at my door,
Surprise me, please!

It's been too quiet and unusual here,
This new half of my life begins.

Nothing wrong with boredom,
But it's time to shake things up.

Now that I'm older, wiser;
I allow for its slow appearance,
Shapes coming out of the fog.

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