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The Waiting Lounge Flowers

 

The Waiting Lounge Flowers


The Waiting Lounge Flowers Poem

The waiting lounge is a place of human transition, where strangers weave a tapestry of silent experiences.
People occupy seats, orchestrating a symphony of hushed conversations and restless energy.
The air is full of anticipation, and a semblance of camaraderie ignites the room.
While some are lost in digital worlds, others watch planes on the tarmac.
Amidst the restless hum, some seek solace in nervous taps upon their thighs.
A young couple shares whispers of love and delicate secrets.
An elderly man turns time-worn pages, escaping into another world.
The collective yearning within is veiled by the dance of coffee and perfume.
Spontaneous children's laughter bounces between rows of chairs, filling the space with memory echoes of want.
A businessman's urgency is etched upon his face as his fingers dance within his keys.
Fleeting connections, forgotten glances, and stories that interlace and entwine.
Blossoming possibilities sprout within these transient walls like delicate flowers.
Departure looms, and the lounge pulses with energy, a portrait of imminent dispersal.
Strangers bound by purpose, threads of destiny intertwine.
Conversations are canvases and whispered brushstrokes paint the air.
Eyes are portals to distant skies, yearning for wings that will soon take flight.
Nervous rhythms and whispered rhymes form a symphony of unspoken desires.
Fragments of stories are whispered between sips of bitter coffee and sweet perfumes.
Nervous laughter cascades like an inconvenient rain, trying to wash away the burdens of waiting.
In this transient space, transitions unfurl, and the lounge becomes a confined meeting place of souls.


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