At Dawnbreak

i open the windows on the rear
pale lights from the eastern side of the window pane enter

i stretch my arms and hands
rub my eyes like sands
the cock has crowed
the church bells toll, we bowed

it is the paleness of light, the color of sadness
landing slowly like a tiny wind in my emptiness.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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