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Morning in the Plantation
Parchment-like, thin as a muslin veil,
The radiant green banana fronds glistened and waved farewell to the morning mist.
Like victory flags parading on the hilltop,
blending the orchard songsofbuds, trees and palm fronds,
“I am normal,” the voice declared.
“Leave me to sleep
for this is my real condition.
Do not discuss or fuss,
condemning my wide open eyes,
your label of ‘wakefulness’
falls on a frozen courtyard.