XXVII

The smell

of incense

fills the air

 

As coral colored sunlight

peaks through the gap

of the blinds

creating stripes

on my walls

 

Clouds drift over the sunset

widening the array of hues

in the sky

 

There are many scents,

colors,

views,

which, no matter

how hard we try

can never be captured

without their presence

themselves

 

I aspire to be

one of those things

 

-POE(MS)

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