2017, March 6 – 2389 – time 4

raindrops and teaspoons
weigh heavy in the afternoon
they fall from their places
and fill up empty spaces.

Faces foreign and familiar,
and sometimes too peculiar,
slow the dimming of the crowds,
of noises and aromas;
a silence much too loud
that deafens my grey coma.

Suddenly, the waiter comes too soon
to collect my fading noon
and throw my heart asunder
where I’ll discover deep deep slumber.


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Charles Romaniuk

World traveller, composer, musician, engineer, thinker, doer

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