The sun takes the backdrop
ovoid droplets, pure and clear.
Eerie yet pleasant, are they. But it’s the
hallways I’ve begun to love ceaselessly.
A different phase of the moon everyday,
a shivery night greets me.
The wind teases my scruffy hair,
the blusterous weather a blessing.
I reach my habitual cavern, drenched
under a canopy of stars.
A mere desolation floats around, I simply
stare at the new gallery on display tonight.
The crickets, as always
providing the supreme soundtrack.
Occasionally I dawdle over futile thoughts,
of acquaintances and inquietudes.
They get deeper and profound,
every day spring an ache.
But the artistry in front being such a delight,
I simply continue my staring,
into the infinite stars.
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