Metamorphosis

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.....Life tasting stale
As day-old bread
An open bottle of wine
I love yous spilled carelessly
Last year sometime

.....A promise uttered
From the bathroom
To the kitchen about changes
On the horizon while
Orange-pink light
Turns

.....In the dark I sit
Urging the sun to rise
The day to break.... hope
To float on droplets of
Morning dew
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