Why was I so keen?
Was it the elusiveness of tomorrow?
Or the man who lives across the lane?
Was it my soul that’s searching still
Some kind of resolution, I do not quite know
I slept off pensive groping for the light
An earthy smell woke me up to the usual evening
The drizzles soaking earth and the dying sun
A rendezvous much imminent
The evening wasn’t normal
The first rains of the season never is
The fatigue quenched soon to the geometric rains
The patterns seen and coveted
And an evening laced with ecstasy
Soon it would bring in serenity.
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