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This evening
I thought of the next morning
for the very first time
how will I survive
till Sun says hi!
and wind kisses my face
birds chirp sharp in my ears
and grass sways as a carpet
above dense trees
and that rustic mate
emerges for wood cutting
ready for a day’s work
and trudges the path Woodward
Will I be able to steps
out of my bed
or will I stay sad
as deep and blue
as the evening before
my exhausted soul wept
as tears made spots on carpet
my mind was numb
I badly wanted
a prick in my thumb
so that my blood
could join my tears
and be indelible
forever,
coagulation is set hard
which warmth and in what manner
and exactly when would thaw it
is the question
from evening, through
painful night and then morning bright!
I am sad for painful nights and I love the new hope morning brings.
What a beautiful poem. Well done.
blue goes to green readily, if you know how to blend