1.

I

stood in the grey dreamscape,

fine mist rolling in to greet me.

watching the miniature suns,

the yellow domes

slowly wink on and off,

yawning, like some great pre-historic beast,

and room lights,

stretching lazily,

flickering and wobbling from side to side,

sleepy child,

struggling out of a cozy nest.

2.

I

stand in the fine drizzle,

falling gently,

silver blanket,

silence.

the sleeping beauties aren't up yet,

still waiting for their Prince Charming,

curled up and

cocooned in their

walled-up rooms.

--By Yue Lin, 'Untitled III'.

Written in England, after a morning run at Dale Fort. Obviously, my friends were not ready to get up yet.

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