Where mornings are rejuvenating.
Where some more answers reside.
Where life is not a race
But a road-trip.
Where the life lessons relax,
Awaiting our return.
Where the wind rests
Around us, not ruffled
By our lethargy. Relentless
Faith in our companions remain.
Where the concert of chimes resonates.
On this side of the bed, our Joys write.
Or are set right.
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Here, but a
A no-restraint smile.
Stray afar from those that
Offer no joy. But weep at
Even the slightest consoling.
They’d rather the bleak way than mend their
Say. So why dim and squint at a drab sight?
When you can look not hither & thither but
Guffaw at such imbecilic play.