Ninexeleven
A sunny autumn day
my blanket beneath me
over gardens grass
wine and cheese
a framed photo
flowers gently sway
in the wind
unescorted I sit
in quiet contemplation
beauty is a deception
me and my shadow know
by sleepless nights
eyes downward
staring at nothing
for nothing is all I possess
my treasure buried
on another sunny
autumn day
Copyright © Aurore Severo | Year Posted 2020
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