The words of misfortune
and loss of foresight
reaches my ears as the orange
seeps beneath the paper squares
Another pair of Attendants come
with white masks
appearing more starched
than before
Their words are polite
but filled with worry
but I cannot fathom why
I was not having the words
coming to me
The talk of clocks is a strange one
but rings within me
Deeply
when I notice an addition
to the company
of the two white masks
YOU ARE READING
Ambiance (Cellphone Novel)
FantasyA girl is enclosed in a temple where she is a prophetess. She only wakes to see the late afternoon sun. When she begins to dream of a second heart within, which beats to the rhythm of someone near her. My entry as part of the Team Dreams in @rskov...
