5the giant table, luxuriating in my study
where I spent many days, many nights
engrossed, in my books of all titles
reading, for long hours with no sense of time
during the day, I opened my window
in the night, that old lamp lit to light
the table served me well,
it was polished, it shined
it’s surface smooth against my skin
I thoroughly enjoyed sitting on my chair
with my legs stretched under my table
tired sometimes
I even rested on it lazily
I owned it, utilized it, lived my years with it
almost developed, a relationship silent
yet to my surprise, somehow
I missed to notice
those dim beautiful patterns
formed, by the rich GRAIN in its wood
#table #wood #poetry #grain
Marvelous piece.
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Thanks Manuel.. good morning
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Good morning Zig, well good night for you, right?
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It is 4.50 pm here… another 5 hrs for a nighty night
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Oh
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grain maketh the wood as grain maketh a person.
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