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November Sun

Like one awaiting a train I stood, a blank-self, in front of my house, next to an un-kept vacant site, earnestly thinking of Her – Winter – reasons that might be stalling her, she who was once ever punctual. Blue clear sky, Earth’s spread HD Wallpaper, refreshed by November Sun, beaming ultra- whiteness, confusing the living world, reaching the roots of shortest blade of grass, and an unlucky soil worm. Sun descended slowly- a flower-girl for the chilling winter-bride.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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