A GLOOMY MORNING
In the morning,
When the day begins its journey,
You often feel as if you’re
On a cosmic ship
Without hope…
A sleepy pilot
Torments the day,
And it says nothing to you…
By evening,
The ships of your dreams
Come to you,
Empty
Or full…
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Author:
Sami Mulaj (
Offline) - Published: August 31st, 2025 21:09
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Comments1
A most interesting depiction that had never occured to me. Nicely put
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