The flowers yawned lazily

“The flowers yawned lazily as the sun beams drifted down upon the quiet garden”

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Monotony

Monotony   A long, never-ending black stretch of road Black. Yellow stripes and white lines. Black. Yellow stripes and white lines. The blank empty face of the highway Stared with lifeless eyes at the lone car Traveling along, straight, straight. No movement. Boredom. Monotony. The beastly road laughs on its haunches At the human hypnosis … Continue reading Monotony