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Lazy Meditations

Poetry By: air

day dreams and meditations

Submitted:Dec 31, 2008    Reads: 211    Comments: 24    Likes: 16   

Hazy fog dashes my morning sunlight

and I make my way through shadowy sculptures

as I listen to lazy meditations.


One last dew-drop slithers down the window

and I recall my hopes..


Loosing the distance between the years

I am swept away in enchantment.

"One last dance" we cry

and I shakily throw off all nervousness.


all too much for one mornings day-dream.

I reluctantly venture back to the meditation.


Issued seconds of per-chance echo by

and I remain oblivious to their cause.


Simultaneously I draw myself back to the center.

I enrich myself in something I can not explain.

And neither can the fog as it dashes the

morning sunlight

and slips by my lazy meditation.


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