A Little, Too Much The day was a little busy, Amidst a scorching heat. Curtained room, Has hindered the sun, at noon. The planner infront, had my plans flipped, With sudden gust of wind, Blowing the curtains of my window, Brought an earthy scent, along. Little too attention of mine took it away, With its own pace, through my room, as it swayed. When turned back, found my room little too dark, The dazzling sun making its way at times, Reflecting on the marble floor, coloured white, Has now seems to have vanished, As if hidden, and waiting to be seeked. An ardent desire, made me walk to the tiny balcony, To look for the little change, that sprang in. My heart skipped a bit with ecstasy, as my eyes stuck on the grey-blue clouds, Which appeared extremely pure; extremely serene, after drenching up my town.— % & Today's noon was a little too much of beauty. NaPoWriMo Day 25 #napowrimo
