Bookshop Drizzle

afternoon is drizzling down

rain drops sliding on city


dampness perfumes the air

forgotten leaves line the streets

a half an hour in a famous


squeezed in

during the lunch break

glancing over the works of

dead poets


illustrations of modern


feeling a wave of slight


the very thought of working


but never mind it could be worst

or is that just a myth, a lie!

a piece of prop….

so here am I

writing in the corner of a bookshop

surrounded by intriguing books

years of accumulated wisdom

is there anything new to say?

is there anybody really


it’s not youth wasted on the young

it’s something else entirely….


By Paolo Michell






About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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