The city is behind a gray dense fog this morning.
A gust of stinking air hits me as the window is
opened.
Mist? Fog?
More like smog to my nose and lungs.
Dreamy words filled my ears as the morning
unfolded.
Sounds that all auricles welcome.
However, the fog has overtaken my senses.
Repressing the feeling is the only choice.
It is there within hidden from eyesight.
Its presence eating me up inside.
Elated, for a while, that it can be controlled.
Nevertheless, waiting for that instant when it
will explode.
Like the city that hides within the clouds,
This bittersweet feeling wants to flutter.
More vicious than honied.
It is eager to luster.
Written: May 17, 2021
Photo: Meire Marion ( São Paulo, Brasil - 6 am)
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