Amidst nondescript quarters
way beyond past their prime
Still weaving nostalgic saga
of regal magnificence sublime
Streets set with old cobbles
residual of inestimable spell
Windows bearing testimony
of inlay with glass and shell
Figurine on the gate posts
on patio the familial crest
Reminiscent of tales of yore
surrealistically still manifest
Amongst all feral foliage
bougainvillea stays abloom
As if pictures of perfection
from different angles loom
Crimson, yellow, lavender
with spattering of white
Riot of myriad confluence
invoke dreariness to excite
All seems if in a time warp
sort frozen in infinite space
Trigger for your imagination
and with bygone interface
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1 Comment on "Bougainvillea Avenue"
Such a picture you create with your words Sunny Chopra that one wishes one could be transported to that Bougainvillea Avenue…beautiful!