Brick Through The Mirror
Friday, May 31, 2013
05-31 From here.
From where I sat,
the piano,
playfully spilling down the cobbled streets,
caught me listening,
for an hour and half,
while the sun dipped low,
into the gold and orange,
apparently, listening, as well.
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