Another Room

Back to the native tongue land
Up again and again
Fall has invaded the mind with appropriate colors
The ceiling looks the same
Sunlight is delayed because of the rain spray
Clouds are the shroud we lean on
And on
Crevices of dawn peak in to see our progress
We get dressed to conquer 
There is a question of storage 
Another room to toss and turn in 
Behind this closed door is what awaits for earthlings 
Another room for honing 
Another room of lonely

By Michael A. Moss

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