Monthly Archives: November 2019

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This dusty radio sits by the window.

Sunlight through blind slits highlights

Particles;

A slow dance of sorts.

It does not work now though,

Soundless.

I hear the memories of music and slow conversations,

Laughter and tears.

Residual smoke scent and I cough.

I try to turn it on again,

Click, click, hope.

I put a plant on top of it now.

New life supported by

Ghosts.

She does look beautiful.

Still silent.