a stained glass
una vetrata
clouds the vision
taking a shelter in
my muddled mind.
I look around
The smell of water
carries itself to the nearest
sign of life
and vanishes into the night.
Why am I here?
As the bell rings
unbothered, by the hour
and the spectators.
A paved turquoise path
leads to the end of
my vision
leaving behind
everything as is
and never the same.
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