A loud thang and a star-kissed fling

A wardrobe in disrepair
Mutilated with a loud thang –
Buzzing through silence
In every calling.
A stranger,
A roommate as they call…
Yet a mystery to unbox.
A veranda parading the clouds
Passing by,
No place for shoes
But the dusty marble floor.
I yearn for more,
Contented with what I behold.
A roaring box of clothes,
Shoes in the open,
A new human to learn about,
And a handsome veranda –
That has won it all.


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