was flipping through conscientiously through my old notebook for some possibly jotted down names of companies i like and in the process, saw some old chunk of words(im abit modest to call them poetry) i wrote in it..edited parts of it along the way. i think i havent posted it before.. so i shall today.
Good Morning, Sunshine
The last of dew dries
All the greens freshfaced
after a restful night
Lie on where the sleeping
hares hide
Maize maze confuses the eyes
but not the mind
Contemplatively, we say our first hi(s)
Alas, good times are short
the greens begin their yawns
welcoming yet another night.
Good Night, Sunshine.
i think i should write some more. its therapeutic (:
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