Mentally audible gasps and misty flannels
But she’s busy, dusting filthy wooden panels
Focus, is her every second sacred chant,
Her clad body sticking with sweat,
Yet there she is carrying out a bant,
Trying to sound cheery and buoyant
Music that is setting off sensations
Whereas, her ears are only brimming with static
She glances at the leaves falling on the road
She couldn’t blame herself for being
aesthetic.
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 5:50 AM UTC
Mentally audible gasps and misty flannels
But she’s busy, dusting filthy wooden panels
Focus, is her every second sacred chant,
Her clad body sticking with sweat,
Yet there she is carrying out a bant,
Trying to sound cheery and buoyant
Music that is setting off sensations
Whereas, her ears are only brimming with static
She glances at the leaves falling on the road
She couldn’t blame herself for being
aesthetic.
