She woke sensing harmony
her snuggly dog begging for cuddles
worn her favourite ballet flats
left her rustic suite
flew in air as her door was opened
inviting in the rays and clouds of the day.
He bathed anticipating purpose
his soothing cat eyeing devotionally
worn his favourite cashmere v-neck
left his minimalistic studio
immersed in air as his door was opened
alluring the wind and perfumes of the day.
They didn’t own the street
believed the peaceful route leads to glee
Does it?
They thought so
I too
Solitary stars
ordinary brightness
amidst polluting
coins
control
cachet
They didn’t own the street
believed the simple route leads to freedom
Does it?
They thought so
I too
Albeit choices kept
theirs was yet
a gap
found
in
beds
baths
houses
streets
of
one who
shall appear
around gifts bestowed.
No sparrows were able to fill their nests
nor tweets or curly dances were enough.
Even if rain brought freshness to their pastures
flames of hearths reminded of deeper fervours.
They didn’t own the street
believed the hopeful route leads to love
Yet
shall such
muses of love
attract
face
to
face?
Shall
life be moved
to offer respite to this world?
Yes
they thought so
I too!
They didn’t own the street
Asked the loving route lead us to…
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