The March sky lacks character
A vague misty sheet of clouds
The room devoid of an order
Fighting the smoke of an entire cigarette
A drongo takes off
After minutes of solitude,in the cable wire
The bricks paled,with rusts of time
A pair of half-fed hands goes by
Feeling the heat,for a day's bread
A pair of shoes rush off the road
On an otherwise lazy morning
Picking up fresh dirt in his shoes
And leaving behind yester's footprints.....
A vague misty sheet of clouds
The room devoid of an order
Fighting the smoke of an entire cigarette
A drongo takes off
After minutes of solitude,in the cable wire
The bricks paled,with rusts of time
A pair of half-fed hands goes by
Feeling the heat,for a day's bread
A pair of shoes rush off the road
On an otherwise lazy morning
Picking up fresh dirt in his shoes
And leaving behind yester's footprints.....
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