Chateau Of Dominoes
Chateau Of Dominoes
We stand forth the chateau of dominoes, hearing the cymbals on the balcony.
Pure cacophony!
Unfettered vines ambush the stone bricks, ambitious on the way to the attic.
Does it bother?
The cymbals still play on, disregarding all others!
Hungry pothole caterpillars cocooning in hope of winged fissures,
Feeding on the first leaves of the fall.
Winter's not too far.
The old withering orchid tree in the garden counts its remnant days.
But what to us?
We still hear the cymbals on the balcony.
