Unsaid

the blue window portrayed an evenly blank, blue sky

 blank, as blank as the walls that never reflected her

her hand reclined on the sofa’s headrest cullying a mind

that rested not much, not at all, even the red sofa failed

its occupant’s avid spirit buried within the layers of sanity

normalcy is perceived as to the ways prevalent in and around

and her mind dangled between commonness and the impulses

as the sky reflected an ocean blue, contemplating ocean secrets

the loud red sofa contained itself under the resting fingers

remained blank as the walls, the sky and blank about her mind

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