hating
this season of
pollens and dust
I sneeze
deep unto
November
even if
I love the most
autumn
...the call of
winter
chilling
time it is
to wipe out
the cobwebs
although...
the rainbow
through ....and... through
shines within
the web
an abstract art
does the spider know
how to weave a prism ?
the empty bench
waiting
the colour red
inviting
but ... no
my ten thousand steps
living
and loving
but hating as well
this stretch of
silence....quite
uneven
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