Ennui

satishverma

In a frame of a― 
window, I watch 
daily, a saddest, 

star, and a palm 
holding the clouds 
like an Atlas. 

No winds. The 
bougainvillea still 
drops the colored bracts― 

in wait of moon― 
unheeding the advice 
of bright sun.

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  • Laura🌻

    Excellent!

    The passage of time is constant!



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