A flickering red bulb,
scent of vanilla atop
of a glass table,
white embroidered curtain
undulating in
the wind,
picture frames of
irregular shapes-
facing the doorway,
an array of books
above the closet with the
T.V on,
playing
Beethoven’s symphony –
the wooden door
bangs,
orchestrating
the pulses of the wind.
Random Thoughts
3:52:00 PM |
Classification:
Poetry 1
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