The Muse

There exists a universe where I'm known as Lima. You aren't allowed there.
There exists another universe in which Lima walks. You are already here.
You have entered because you can appreciate style while ignoring content. You had been warned.
P.S. Don't bash me up if you find haiku or plain prose here.

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Non je regrette rien

I woke up this morning unadorned,
Shorn of the vestments of fret and care,
I woke up to a lovely winter morning,
The fire in the hearth still ablaze.

My eyes gummed in sleep, breath misty,
Untangling my legs from the sheets and dreams,
I hopped down from my feathery bed,
To meet the cold stone floor of reality.
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