He’s bent, carrying the heaviness of the sky,
the day drags, light lags behind
like cape rolls over dry land.
Air spreads the sweaty smell of fresh baked potato
from the neighboring house.
As the incoming night invokes long forgotten rattling
of the fishscales in his boy-pocket,
tonight, at 24:00 sharp, he will take the same position:
Guardian of the fairytale gate –
with bowed head, and faithless grin he is
ready to escape his own world in dim.
Maja S. Todorovic
Business in Rhyme 
Beautiful!
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Thank you 🙂
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Wow! So many great things going on here – the heaviness of the sky, the cape rolling over dry land, the sweaty smell of fresh baked potato (my favorite!), the rattling fish scales, 24:00 sharp, the faithless grin – just some of the phrases/images/ideas that jumped out at me when I read. Very nicely done! 🙂
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Thanks Jennifer, I’m glad my scribbles have left you with so good impressions 🙂
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So refreshing and beautifully well written.
Love it love it!
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Somehow I knew you’re gonna like this one. Thanks Charlie 🙂
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I sure did. You always have a unique way about your writing style that I enjoy and love reading. 🙂
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Since is a free writing technique I’m not always satisfied with the end result. But this one and one from yesterday I particularly like, really reflects my core style. And thank again for support. 🙂
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I always show strong support for my friends and always will be. 🙂
Your styles are continuously evolving and keep on pushing the boundaries. 🙂
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Thank you, I enjoy your writing very much as well!
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🙂 🙂 You are welcome. 🙂
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