Walk into my world,
The concrete prayers of the city,
Children laugh at bus stops
And wild roses cling to a broken fence
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Superb imagery. You have a rare gift. Write on, my friend. As always, Sandra
The image you present in he first stanza is stark and yet one of innocent hope Uriah! Yes! the truth is evident indeed....Wow! you are a great poet...smiling at you, Tai
A spare and beautiful write. You engage emotion with imagery.