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| Morning Glory |
Cold wind blows south heading for the docks,
A lonely man stands tall sipping from his
cup,
Bitterness she fills the morning air with
putrid calm,
As he swallowed his coffee together with his
pride.
As the sun shone on the mist it slowly
lifted,
To reveal a world I never chose to be born
to,
Too much of hate and too little of love,
Wouldn't it be better off if existance were
a myth.
Dew drops on leaf tips set to tumble down
the ground,
Soon it would be gone another day is in the
making,
What chances do we have against the fate of
just,
When even the slightest joy must be bought
in advance.
Oh what have we come to this ninth day of
our Lord,
Dreaming is more pleasant because living is
in vain,
When the dawning of a new day are set to end
in despair.
Just give me back my yesterday so i may
mourn no more.
Morning glory blooms, morning glory dies,
And just like a soul it longs for the
heavens,
Perhaps blooming is a disguise for mourning
a demise,
Perhaps God would one day listen and away we shall go.- Snowballade
PS : I grew up in a small town just north of the country where you'd wake up to the sound of roosters crowing. Morning was always a favourite time of day signalling what would be the start of a great adventure. Those were the carefree days when you feel time was abundant and the world was yours for the taking. Morning glory is a wild flower considered a pest to some. Growing in places you never thought possible, it forms part of a landscape in every piece of memory. Usually I would never even give it a second thought. But looking at how the world changed today, it brings back a yearning for a time where life was much simple. I realised that something is not a part of my life anymore. The simple flower which blooms every morning is gone hence the mourning part. Perhaps modernisation is crucial for the body but is it beneficial for the soul?
