The Day
The day stretched out
drained of liquid moments
drifting into the calcified skies;
a moment in time to be remembered
surreal in its own existence
clinging to the daylight hours;
the summer roses bloom and scent
the stillness of the humid day
nothing stirs or moves
time just is
now.
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