just simple types*

between fairy-tales

witchcraft, war and ghost stories

new and full moon phases

Britannica, wild-life

classics, cookbooks,

books of poetry

we divide the monotony

of life, and test our own patience

with the pen-knife

within me, I wait

until the sky clears

to mix and match colours

and splash my

fantasy paintbrush

across a sombre

November sky again,

dip a glass of wine

from the dark-sea

within, sink in the bitter-

sweet memories,

of a long past No-v-ember,

certain, that it won't return

weary of remembering it

still, I admit to myself

it is a nice place to be

like here and now

*yes, it just simply typed itself out – without my intervention, except for the choice of a word or two.

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http://www.keralagreenery.org/beaches.html