'Castles In The Air' haiku set
Sometimes I think that My city is beautiful... Grey blue of the sky. Rain, rare, exotic Air heavy with misty breath Wind singing of free Spirits, roaming, watching A poet with her pen, as She tells their stories. Night, the heady smoke Sensual, swallows the stars Neon lights blinking People go by, not Seeing the fairies, inside Castles in the air.any suggestions? i think this could go way further... i love the city, in all it's ugliness... see the beauty... Written January 26th, 2002 © on Jan 26 2002 09:51 AM PST 0 • 10
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