Flew My Sleepiness

Out at the skirt of the door

rubbing eyes elegantly with hands,

opening the eyes as the dawn sunrise 

slowly little by little upon the mountain

with a light light lightening and

soothing,

and the eyes stared at a tree with a 

few leaves brown and dun,

and on a bough of it sat a little bird

tossing it head right and left, left a 

smile on my face, and perched still for

a while and flew and along with it flew 

my sleepiness and appeared the clean

and clear sky where the eyes got stuck

remained still in nothing, what a luck!