CAROLINE NAZARENO
ENDLESS BEGINNING
through the streets of life
under the infinite sky
the daylight unfolds
the lucid neon lights of the
sunrise
the midday of concealing and
grief
the tapestry of dusky
downfalls
the reflection of the
deafening night
from the shadows of gloaming
slumber
the clock of life ticks and
speaks
anywhere-everywhere
like a host of foreshadowing
sidereal
from the womb of innocence
to the harbours of
compassion
to the shelters of immense
freedom
of a sanguine vagabond
until the tomb of peace
is happening within
and beyond me.
~Ceri Naz
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