Light Rose
Fingers trickle down pages
Drooping with the dust of ages
Though an author's silent rages
The rags of doubt and skill
Clinging inken smudges still
I wash a teardrop, over spill
Emotions like a running well.
Light rose
Tasting dawn after sleepless night
Frantic mind by candle light
Seeking meanings
Pauper gleanings
Driving slumber off in fright
Light rising
Kissing tender whitened pane
Paint dawn colours again
Drinking life, despising shame
Me in my bed fast asleep
Light is rising from the deep.
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