Adjacent Lens of Strange Intercourse

Image taken from Pixabay

Somewhere amidst these cubicles, the mind has thought to bemuse itself with the sole indulgence of being.

The flower garden trickles from the eaves of a long forgotten rain sit as the frozen dry buds slowly smile to greet the sun.

Out the window, the swaying branches invite the wonder of late spring, and for the first time, its brightness is a gift.

Here, sheltered by the unknown pages of the library, blossoms life where many had walked putrified.

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