It's blank
The walls
The light bulbs
These words
Rain on bus stop shelters
Wind that ripples the matted fur of stray dogs
Street lamps illuminating gutters
Thick city pollution
Bus engines churn like turning stomachs
Bare feet on concrete as hail pummels the mind
Electric
This light switches off -16/10/18
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Broken Roses
PoetryA collection of cerebral poetry dwelling on the highs and lows of the richness of life...
