Wind blowing papers through empty grey streets
Cement maw of an alley is gaped in a shout
Broken glass and spent bullets crunch under my feet
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A very dark dream, can imagine waking up in a sweat to this one. You've described eloquently with much imagery here. A gripping read for sure. HG: -) xx
VERY NICLY PLACED......... I do tend to read more into it than may have been intended, but dam I love the metiforical version upon these well desurved words.........
A refined poetic imagination, Masha D. You may like to read my poem, Love And. Thank you.