sophisticate solitude
Solitude.
in front of the dull house, painted with muted tones
of greyish skies and endless winter whites - stood
a young couple, no more than twenty years in age.
grace of grass, sophistication of stuccos and
walls of wear and tear - maybe of those that glitter,
isn't gold but memories of loves and affairs.
Beauty?
how could there be any after we managed to
find non-satisfactory questions to answer?
shall our family be a variable to this function -
we struggle to pay our debts - can government
be involved - what other expenses are we managing
to miss - will we fake our warm facade for all to see?
Affection!
as we reflect amongst the rustic woods,
watching our small cottage from afar
come closer my love, far from the noise landscapes.
can you see our memories beginning to form here.
could we move closer here, and head east?
let us move far, away from the cityscape.