                                 GOOD MORNING
                              by Martin Zialcita


                         Tread upon these hidden paths.
                              Laugh in silence
                         As a clown finishes his mime
                             And presents you
                         With a bouquet of dead roses.

                         Sleep in fevered dreams.
                            Wake-up in anguish
                            As a day perishes
                         And a new one is greeted 
                         By ravens circling your room.


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