Quiet morning as the sun rises,
Birds chirping,
Cool breeze.
Gloomy day,
Neither bright,
Nor dark.
Creatures of music,
Sing me a song,
Melody.
Fresh draft through the windows,
Creeping through my toes,
As I lay on my sofa.
Do not
Let the thread guide your way,
It is the needle that has an eye,
Thus the thread shan't be the needle's guide.
And the thread shall follow as a tail.
Mustn't be the other way around,
Hence wielding a sword with one's blind eye.
For the scrabble lovers out there. Here's one dedicated to you.
"With all the letters of the alphabet under your finger tips, sometimes all you have are vowels; it is said that vowels give life to words, but vowels alone sound absurd." - Vivian H.
