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some grand edifice
you can say so much with so little,
like how the trendy block of flats
beyond my office window looks
like some grand edifice from another culture,
packed with mystics and their slaves;
the green, red foliage and cotton clouds
clustered near its roof, midday in brightest spring,
the last romantic touch
and I observing it from
a pond of monitors, desks, and phones
like how the trendy block of flats
beyond my office window looks
like some grand edifice from another culture,
packed with mystics and their slaves;
the green, red foliage and cotton clouds
clustered near its roof, midday in brightest spring,
the last romantic touch
and I observing it from
a pond of monitors, desks, and phones
Published 25th Apr 2024
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25th Apr 2024 11:37am
Dear CR,
This reminds me of mid day dreaming when I worked in an office. Full of imagery and thoughts of being anywhere but where i was. Thoroughly enjoyed this write. H🌷
This reminds me of mid day dreaming when I worked in an office. Full of imagery and thoughts of being anywhere but where i was. Thoroughly enjoyed this write. H🌷
26th Apr 2024 00:06am
remember having a cigarette outside a hotel, and looking up at the office made of glass which was next to it; it was late at night, but the office had all its lights on, and there was a woman, a cleaner, the only person in the building as far as I could see, moving around, tidying up, a cinderella without a fairy godmother. I thought that was romance !
26th Apr 2024 4:36pm
That closing line is great. Oh the places our minds go when tied to the job.
19th Nov 2024 10:45pm
