Thursday, May 26, 2011

looking up

behind old, crusty, crufty facades
spalling, spilling over into the calm air above the quiet street
ancient colours tinged as softly pink as the background sky
as i walk by in wonder
stealing glimpses at the great nothing that embraces us all
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