The Secret

Poetry

Photo by the author

Everything was as usual
as it is visible here, daily
around this time.
Inspired by the Sun
shining in the
western sky,
mild waves were
happy in touching
the beach calmly.

Taciturn hills
at another end of
the creek
were busy with
their smartphones
or respective families.
Silhouette lifestyle
of the enigmatic city
wore a pleasant look.

But I only knew the secret
because that afternoon
was different!

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