Friday, 30 August 2013

A proustian kind of day

What a lovely happy mindless day
Full of nothings and laziness
The soft springlike light
Made it into an ethereal art 
Nothing to break its harmony 
Not even the stray cloud 
Offering a welcome break
To get a refreshing  drink. 
What a lovely happy mindless day
Soaking up the sun,
Reading a book,
Reminiscing a lot,
While time slowly passed away
Measured by the moving shadows
Against the walls of the sun drenched courtyard
With the cries of the children 
Back from school playing 
Merging with the bustle of the world 
Retreating gradually in the background 
Like waves leaving no trace 
On the wet sand at low tide,
What a lovely happy mindless day!

Lucette C. Bailliet ©




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