Wakefulness
Intrepids don’t cry, between the angles of sin
Redundant are those tears that have oiled the candle wicks
A brightness, a storm and an empty moon
You have wondered how your purple wrapped dreams
Have made it through the shadows of the night
How on the other side of the street you waited with stretched eyes
Blossoming a thousand mirrors shattered with stones of tomorrow
Saberi Roy, 2010
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