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Walking Home
Between the shops are strings of lights,
crissing and crossing the street as I walk home,
enlightening tea rooms, sweet shops, salons.
Occasionally life seems just about okay,
the old imbalance of mood tipping then my way.
crissing and crossing the street as I walk home,
enlightening tea rooms, sweet shops, salons.
Occasionally life seems just about okay,
the old imbalance of mood tipping then my way.
Published 14th Mar 2024
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14th Mar 2024 2:23am
14th Mar 2024 5:05pm
They say if you love life, it will love you back. I'm on the fence about that. I'm not sure that life is for us rather than itself. I think that we are for life and have to accept it as it is. I do love the imagery in this! Reminds me of downtown Asheville!
14th Mar 2024 11:09pm
like this loads,
but tea rooms
sweet shops
and salons ..
where I am
it’s costa and
barbers and
charity shops ..
but tea rooms
sweet shops
and salons ..
where I am
it’s costa and
barbers and
charity shops ..
15th Mar 2024 7:50am
