White Table With Red Chairs
P Paul Hartal
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Melancholic molecules mingled
with festive evening sounds.
A lonely crowd
streamed around the place.
We kept silent for a while
sitting on red chairs at a white table.
"Sit next to me",
said Rainbow Slice.
I smiled
and moved my chair.
Rainbow Slice smiled, too, and
the light rays danced in her eyes.
A warm membrane of autumn bliss
spread through my heart.
Bu şiiri puanla
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