this precious dawn

I had been awake with the dew
beyond the realm of
being just a drop

nursing the desire to meet  the northern clouds

to erase my own footprints

and be breathless
from wiping off this self
that I think
as self

this self

this precious dawn

it’s the same

we unfold
and everything is gone

and then another dawn

this dew
it’s not life
it’s dew
breaking itself apart

©Malintha Perera 2015

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