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Easy Time Serenade

What makes easy rest in busy days is anytime along with crossroad of civilizations.


Stiff ceremony and good days' work in completion needs inserted easy time.


Meanwhile, dispatched travelors' helpfully personal pal is any guiding information, that occasionally tells any travelor some good milky harbor, that accompanies either good milky toungue.


Wonderfully amusing time passes so slowly.
Night and day in routine cycle, everyday round is so wearisomely left behind empty office and warehouse. 


But occasionally irregular somewhat with witty whim by somebody could be so penetrating.


To anybody, eveningtime's melancholy is regenerated at nostalgic mind in entertained climax.
Any amusement must have closing time, and that timing dragging some mind's relaxed necessity calls easy serenade.


Easy time serenade, any harbor has own it, and each wind conveys each it in sung by gulls to any harbor through the ocean.


Sailor's whistling could ease any gull's sorrow, in not only in the ocean but also in any bar, any downtown corner in this world, you know.


What makes easy chest in busy days is anytime along with crossroad of publications with nice and easy poems, you read.


Glass shine calls a waiter for pouring, but one lady's weeping grief could not get ease, rather instigates her resentment.


To one vague harbor light watched by one firm man in bar tells only midnight ripple serially told to the ocean some complaint, grumbling at needing more delux and flashy shade to attracts any visitor.


Only to anybody's mind, so calm tune on easy time serenade is running so tranquilly.
Nighttime silence makes darkness in the town deeply in anyone's secret solitude.





Jan.  11th.        2022