Friday, October 11, 2013

pant with a wild joy

Every day
My notebook has a reason
to.
Who does not like to be massaged
By the beloved’s warm hands? 
Who is not happy when the sun
Bursts inside your chest?
My friend,
Don’t say your morning 
Or your day is dull without coffee.
Be alive first.
Be here first.

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