Wednesday, October 15, 2014

A Morning Left Unturned

Pleading for a nod
Long before I voice a word
Enduring the feeling
As deep as closed eyes
Suppresed inside the shadows
Enchanting light yet to come

For a smile I plead
On and on I kneel
Resting in between the look
Given as a sigh
Instead of a word
Voiced with minor notes
Entitled as "The Morning"

Merged with crosses along
Entered a dream of white lashes

For all I've done
For a morning left unturned
For a love still standing

In a sigh I wish I can take away

-Naytica-

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