Gathering at the democratic counter
A load of paper please stand...in vain
Soulless beauty for all that a clerk knows
For all that the greater function cares
Maybe the same blinks on a drumbeat memory
Exotic laughter and power from above
And the same bears no reverence for deep scars
For such indelicate touch of poverty
None shall pass
On the path of chosen ones
They come they come
U took this photos? Awesome!
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Yes. I needed to refresh a bit this blog and it is the orange season.
ReplyDeleteI think you could start new career as a Poet+a Photographer
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