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Summer time, a sultry afternoon where even the lea

Summer time, a sultry afternoon where even the leaves don't nod their head in approval of the glaring sun. 
I sit still on my favourite window seat, legs dangling, eyes searching, anxiously looking for a human soul below. 
The leafy shadows mock me and I smile at my foolishly lost gaze and my guileless pout, in sync. 
I drink in the pathetic taste of the air and  find my senses perking up to the noiseless clamor. 
I twist my fingers, lazily as I watch the Kingfisher fly away in its regal glory, towards some reality. 
 A distant summer reality. 
Day 27. 

#apmchallenge #boxpoem #summer #yqbaba #yqtales #yqchutki #napowrimo #yopowrimo18
Summer time, a sultry afternoon where even the leaves don't nod their head in approval of the glaring sun. 
I sit still on my favourite window seat, legs dangling, eyes searching, anxiously looking for a human soul below. 
The leafy shadows mock me and I smile at my foolishly lost gaze and my guileless pout, in sync. 
I drink in the pathetic taste of the air and  find my senses perking up to the noiseless clamor. 
I twist my fingers, lazily as I watch the Kingfisher fly away in its regal glory, towards some reality. 
 A distant summer reality. 
Day 27. 

#apmchallenge #boxpoem #summer #yqbaba #yqtales #yqchutki #napowrimo #yopowrimo18