The cursor blinks at me
winking away doubts of white blank
twinkling at words of self dares
The lullabies are the ghost
who haunts hopes and dreams
for fear of losing its way
The child utters the words
to the melody of her past
to the future tense of its morrow
Bird sings sunrise colours
squirrels scurrying past
but oblivious to the seculars
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