Five Poems V
sky
 

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Ceiling fan made
Continuous noise

Hypnotic

It was slow like always

And it was hot.
And it was humid
And it was there

But there was no air
Only Ether

Staring at it was no more boring

Boredom became a habit, long time ago.

Color of the ceiling turned pale.

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