Sunday, December 16, 2007

One Sunday Morning in December

I am like

a faceless prisoner,

just escaped, for seconds,

solitary confinement;

of years and a day-

drinking in freedom

from every pore on my skin;

thirsty, gluttony,

not sure the ethereal beauty

my world around will not

disappear, a second, another year and a day.


Oh heavens,

how beautiful’s the world around

me, a garden of beauty,

greens, emeralds, fruits ‘n sunshine!



©GayUganda 16 Dec. 07

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