It floats through the balcony doors
Makes the curtains dance
As light poors in
How long have we lived
A song we never
Sing
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
It floats through the balcony doors
Makes the curtains dance
As light poors in
How long have we lived
A song we never
Sing
Ah, what a buoyant morning you have described here. Your buoyant words — float, dance, pours in — leading to “A song we never / Sing” make for quite a lively poem.
I enjoyed this!