Stubborn Reality

Night slumbers are a comfort 
They offer succour from all hurt
Bed offers a genteel earth
Pillow with tears shed unshed cossets 
Quilt offers a softest shell
Takes you away from everything banal

Waking up to a facile world
The spirit beaten and leaden
Thoughts scattered and obtuse
Mirror offers a lucid suggestion
Divine gratitude is the only Revelation

There is no choice but to face Stubborn Reality!

PS: Seven days after R was gone in his shoes, Jacket, T-shirt, in our favourite place!




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