Thursday, 17 May 2012

My waking moments

I smother all questions
doubts and other things
made for torment,
rinse my sorrows
in memory water,
i arise like the young sun,
pure and innocent.
It's a moment, 
splendid and child-like,
but it comes just once
every 24 hours.

[From the collection 'Some texts are made of leaves', shortlisted for the Gratiaen Award 2011]

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