Evenings surreal

22 Oct

Dusk has fallen, and it isn’t even 5. There are monotonic clouds in the sky. Gentle rain is falling. A thin mist has fallen over the valley. I sit here with front row tickets to nature’s glory, as Richard Clayderman excites my senses with ”Eleana”.

But I cannot write poetry anymore.

When god opens a window, he makes sure to close a door.


3 Responses to “Evenings surreal”

  1. Anon October 22, 2008 at 9:56 pm #

    Are you in [censored]?

  2. Rakesh October 22, 2008 at 10:01 pm #

    Is everything ok? Why such a gloomy, dark layout? And gloomy posts too.

  3. unsungpsalm October 22, 2008 at 11:02 pm #

    Hi, I wouldn’t appreciate any efforts towards guessing my whereabouts or identity, so had to censor that… sorry!
    Though it’s raining in several states today, so your guess could be as good as any!
    You’re new around here. Do introduce yourself!

    Oh, I’m quite alright! It was a beautiful setting and I was trying to write some poetry, but was unable to… thus the quick post.

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