A Day Kissed by Melancholy

Here…..

in the quietness

of the muted kitchen

an afternoon alone

isolated from the world

yet…..

knowing it still plays on

the charades of life

of colour and form

multitude of realities

Today…..

grey day wrapped in

dampness

sniggering through the glass

at least

the rain has ceased

the earth though…beaten

swollen in the ground

A day kissed by melancholy

Thatcher Doran

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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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