An Unwritten Slate

Each dawn brings me thousand golden thoughts,

ripe and warm, like an early morning sun.

Then, begins the day, with its routine chores,


 amongst these chores, the thoughts are killed,

one by one.

By dusk,

my mind is erased off all the thoughts,

like an unwritten slate…


One thought on “An Unwritten Slate

  1. Ah, take away the wine, the glass and bottle — for, that is, the wayfarer’s plan for the night.. until another day casts and another night awaits..

    Brilliantly manifested — I particularly relished the duality of dusk and dawn — the in between of ripe and raw narrative. Shine, dear girl !

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