sits still
leaving only a gentle breeze
to cool the pores
of the people
still stuck in the day
not yet transitioned
still becoming accustomed
to the stillness
whose racing minds
are still slowing
morphing to the tranquility
of the air
the rushing colors
becoming one
a cool blanket
to calm the world
drawing all attentions
to one single
glitter
that draws away the stress
of the hectic
as long as it can
be seen
and felt
through open windows.
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