17 march 2021
The road yawned, stretching groggily, groaning at the glaring headlights.. wheels whispered their apology, barely heard over the blaring music inside.. streetlights tried in vain to recognize the people seated within.. the trees stared with wooden expressions, almost rolling their eyes.. the stories behind shut windows continue to fill the myriad pages of that night.. the moon bursting with protests, looked askance, at such a dark presentation of a supposedly romantic night..
Looking into the lit up windows
The shared banter of a family meal
A movie night with popcorn flying
A couple dancing to their own rhythm
wonder at the stories unfolding in minds
Resisting Desires that tempt and caution
- loose lips sink ships
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