A pale
silver-gold
wintry sun
caresses
the walls
and strokes
the furnishings.
This late
December afternoon
is silent
hushed
and still.
Yet with one eye
half-open
as if waiting
for something
or someone.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic
Actually written in another November, not December. Yet it could be today.
Art by Hamish Blakely
thereluctantpoet
December 8, 2021 at 5:08 pm
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Romantic Dominant
December 8, 2021 at 6:34 pm
Smiles. Thank you.
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