Day 2120, another view from my window.

Day's pictures, Poetry

The dark air stayed behind

when I closed the door

of the kitchen that already smelled

like the meal I will make

~

I opened the door

to the living room where the sun

still lit

a warmth that slowly left

cold glass

the earth turns

~

I stared at it

the colors that are left

without feeling

the motion

~

the smell from the kitchen

lured me away

I can soon sit down

and rest

inside

 

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