Restoration
From the
mountain of papers,
An old
map peaked.
Unbelievable
that the countries looked
Like a bundle,
a ball of love so inviting!
No time
to look at these playthings now!
I have
come here for a purpose,
I have to
go.
But why
was the map disfigured?
Heaps of
thoughts,
Scratched,
unstructured, unattended
Now need
to be scrapped, trashed.
The sun
outside
Shining just
as it did, years ago
What if
we had to restore the sun!
These
papers in which I stand surrounded,
Look like
a scattered map,
Or so
thinks my playful mind!23 December 2014
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