POEM: Mournings

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My yawning makes other laugh.

And i watch their faces

And cover

my mouth,

and yawn behind

My small shy fingers

While their smiles

And my tiredness


I would prefer to stretch.

To twist and turn

and hope

The tiredness would retire,

As train stops, jumps

And starts

While i slowly expire

Into some still state

My hand sits across my face

I close my eyelids

To dream of another place.