Holiday’s mornings

Holiday’s mornings

I’m a plastic flask

Melting on a roof

Covered with dried leafs

Then I realize

That I do contain

More love than hate

Afterwards I’m a black cat

Filtering daylight through

The narrow irises

Of a couple of yellow eyes

And also realize that

Happiness is an accumulation

Of holyday’s mornings

The majority of them

Missed and forgotten

I’m writing this

While waiting for the breakfast

Of another holiday morning

To Elia with love

VABM April 17, 2014

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