the same old summer evening
stars sprinkled all over me
with puffs of cloud travelling across the horizon
the disappearing twilight making way towards a periodic darkness
while the fireflies light up the gloom
all’s the same ─ the old grandfather clock strikes
with notes of different colours
as if recording different hours of time
devoid of its natural fragrance
- Author: Suman_Bhattacharya ( Offline)
- Published: January 1st, 2022 00:12
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 40
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