It begins again –
twilight dawns:
cars, like flecks of
light
upon the silken
highway
lanes
All ends,
all begins:
a kiss,
a touch, and a
city –
Peeking through the
tattered
blinds,
week-old socks upon
the
vintage
hardwood –
who would have thought?
bliss in simplicity
and
cityscenes
Thursday, April 24, 2014
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One Art, to recognize, must be,
Another Art to Praise.
- Emily Dickinson