AFTERNOON SOLO
I sit on my roof
With the quiet afternoon gurgling past me,
Scattering away its indefinite silences
Towards the remote banks of my imagination
Weighing up and down
Innumerous shadows of my thoughts;
An idle wind, like a lonely bird,
Flies above the dreamy world
Shaking it from its drowsy dreams
Muffled hammerings of tireless masons
Rave in vain like a solitary king
In a deserted kingdom of silence;
Like the flowing hairs of my grandma,
The afternoon ages away
In nets of sun and shadows
Leaving an everlasting aroma of musky nostalgia......
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