Monday, May 16, 2016

Just after a shower*

Just after a shower*

Just after a shower
Hit the city,
I returned
Home, "Such a hard day"
Said my Wight,
I looked at the couch,
And thought of rains
Still falling outside,

I thought of rains
That went sliding by,

My Wight,
By that time
Had put the needle off the hook,
Upon the turn table,

A rain drenched song
Filled the room,
Carrying moisture
Upon our skin.

(*Note: upon a painting, loosely based, as attached, done by Irene Sheri. Courtesy: Musica Pittura e Dintorni)

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