Things

Shattered, packed, agonizing, remarkably known

Spark the day

Daunting, achingly yearning,

The spark plugs are gone

Palpitating lures gust shimmers

Souls are smashed to finally dawn

At damage, acknowledgement, waste and nilK

And all that….before the long awakening…    

Sparkles at dawn, at 11 and 7 p.m.
No plugs are needed,
for you've made my day
starting with the beginning of the first night of winter
with nothing to shatter
but old yellow leaves off the new dawning day.

Unsurprisingly insightful
for anyone born '
on the first night of Winter'
Yet, the old yellow leaves
are not to be shattered
but made decompose
turfing the ground
before any dawn
seems to come shining
over a moor
of fading deadly fumes...

за да завие цветята
и марулите:))))
Привет, Боди!

и то защото не живеем на връх, а в подножието му :))))))
Привет и на теб, Разк :)