A Travel in a Morning

at this time,

the sky starts  to open his sleepy eyes.

the ground wrinkles her eyebrows again,

and again.

every thing is in a mist.

for a while,

the hobberdy beats the drum of stone,

and tells us the old  story.

the lass raises her  thick veil,

and shows  us her shy face.

all becomes clearer.

for a while again,

the  turquoise waves  long silks;

the  vert shakes thin hands.

everything is clear, and

the sky opens his eyes...

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