Morning Triku IV



To live is to walk

To love is to fly on air

To hate is to fall



Newborn head blood red

Futures grow, tomorrow’s shed

Day is born, night is dead



Morning pencil dulled

White to black, blank sheets now filled

Pages of discarded time



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