Just then,
he could sense the swift change
of the evening’s energy,
she would know it well,
suddenly, the skies,
the leaves, fountains, walkways,
metallic drawn easels
of an industrial park.
Everything came alive,
and suddenly
it all mattered,
smiles,
discovery of truth,
the change ahead,
the wind, a breeze
compared to the day’s torrential rainstorm.
He sat alone,
and simply imagined,
again,
an evening sky.
 | a quiet man on Haiku Love |
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| a quiet man on I Took A Walk |
 | Priti on I Took A Walk |
| Priti on I Took A Walk |
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