In the dead of the night,
Cool breeze against my face,
Holding my cloak tight,
Watching Apollo’s pace.
Cool breeze against my face,
With whiff of the morn dew,
Watching Apollo’s pace
As his chariots drew.
With whiff of the morn dew,
The hamlet stirs,
As his chariots drew,
I welcome the tears.
The hamlet stirs,
Hence, I shift my dress-code,
I welcome the tears,
As I depart this abode.
Hence, I shift my dress-code
In the dead of the night,
As I depart this abode
Holding my cloak tight.
YOU ARE READING
ANTHOLOGY: Poetry Entry to Atty Awards 2012
PoetryPoetry collection for Attys 2012. In varying themes.
