Monday Morning

Welcome to one more foggy morning.
Curse the night that burnt the sun
Desires misted;
the gifted are screaming delight,
Its just one more misty morning.

Broken pieces of red transparent
Of semi colored charms in stance.
In veins is the same;
The same unopen to light till a cut
And bitter when tasted.

Hinder seeing old dilapidated rays,
Musing all along its path,
To splash somnia of total strangers
And skin muttered fluttery.
The like of these broken meaning lines.

-A
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