This world of brick is so well drawn It becomes hard to find one’s own Some are black stones among white tiles They follow the way with fake smiles Some can’t fit in preset squares Their dark shadows roam with flare Their huge spectres skim over the ground Just to let the little squares go round
This world of brick is so well drawn
ReplyDeleteIt becomes hard to find one’s own
Some are black stones among white tiles
They follow the way with fake smiles
Some can’t fit in preset squares
Their dark shadows roam with flare
Their huge spectres skim over the ground
Just to let the little squares go round
; )
ReplyDeleteIt's about time spectres went to bed!
ReplyDeleteExactly ! That's where I'm off to quite soon !
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