Sadness Explored

Summer Nature Zinnia Yellow Orange Flora Flowers

My forensic eye, sees white pebbles
Inside a bowl in the middle of the round table
In our dining room. They glimmer faintly, 
Their disclosure, sculpting a little sunny face,
My stretched lips, hiding the somber
Times, waking up to a gentle day,
Into the gregarious wind and the rustling coconut leaves
As I shake away all the roaming monsters
That threaten my fickle happiness,
Throwing myself into a typewriter
Typing that poem, journeying from mind to paper,
Endangering tristesse, the soft inner core,
That fills on slippery analgesia, while
The zinnias, those little radiant suns on earth,
Angle towards a yellow dwarf in the sky,
Positively phototrophic, saturated
With little insects on the inner petals. And In this
Schematic of co-evolution, you find, zinnias and verses,
Muse and musings, robbing each other,
Of a briefly lit limelight.

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