Lightning and thunders,
Blinking and signalling
Speaking at times even
Far away as I laid back
Admiring their handshakes
and their voices.
From the windows,
I peer outward
Into its ashen castles
Where the voices bustle
And where mine fell silent
to their commands
The castles dissipate
Make haste to the sea!
Left behind in its crumble
A drop of sunlight
Escaped being devoured
but heavily wounded
I sit here,
With weights as eyelids
As the light show ceased
And sunlight retreats
I sit back
and look up.
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chemin de le serein. | poetry
PoetrySerein - (/sɪˈriːn/; [səʁɛ̃] in French) refers to rain falling from a cloudless sky. This sort of rain is said to take on the form of a fine, light drizzle, typically after dusk. The name derives from French serein, meaning "serene", or "clear" (as...
