Dawn
breaks, alarm crooks
A
noisy Yawn and tumble back
Quilt
shifts, pillow troops
First
rain squeaks, first sun smiles
A
little blush, too early for hush hush!
Ride
to rush hours
Music
covers the honking showers
Tunes put
the hatred down
Traffic
crumples with a noun
A
shiver to an overtake
Heard
someone with a throng to wake
He hits
my crown, I roar I frown
He
mumbled and giggled, I shook and stumbled.
A
choreographed act
Shakes
my ability of tact
He’s
spiritual, he’s intact
Though
rubs pass me at every shack
I stop
and react, it disappears like a rat
A
vision comes in pact
I
laugh, I look fat
He is
following me in gallows
He is
none but one of my shadows
He is
not a bloke, but penumbra with arrows
He is
none but one of my shadows !
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