What’s in a day?
A day!
dawn,noon , an eve and …
‘I measure my life with coffee spoons’
Oh! how I wish,
I could have had Elliot,
stored away in some dark bin,
or have him disappear,
for I only want to measure mine,
with pol katu handi.
It’s a lovely morning,
and for sure
will be a greatnoon .
In this,
the eve of my life,
I would never
let it stand still.
There's so much
wonder
and so much pain.
A day, a day,
in a lifetime,
in Sansara,
is but,
only
a glimpse.
A day!
dawn,
‘I measure my life with coffee spoons’
Oh! how I wish,
I could have had Elliot,
stored away in some dark bin,
or have him disappear,
for I only want to measure mine,
with pol katu handi.
It’s a lovely morning,
and for sure
will be a great
In this,
the eve of my life,
I would never
let it stand still.
There's so much
wonder
and so much pain.
A day, a day,
in a lifetime,
in Sansara,
is but,
only
a glimpse.
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