Tuesday, 10 May 2011

From my window

Pastel coloured buildings.
Green spaces. Meeting spots.
From my window, this is what I see.
I can hear the children laughter as they play in the grass.
I see the big river, though it is too far from here.
And I walk these roads.
These temporary roads, in this temporary place.











1 comment:

  1. All in life is temporary. Lovely anda temporary... <3

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