These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)

Aurora.



Mornings are special times –
    The hush of the early hours
    When all the world is still;
    Only a slight breeze signals
    The approach of a brand new day.

It is my time of reflection
When I feel that peace is
for the meantime, mine.
In the company of pen, papers, and coffee
I welcome the brightening of the eastern skies
While the rest of humanity
Still resides in dreams.



12th October 2001

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