on night in a new town.
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olifinch182thinker of tender thoughts
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on night in a new town.

by olifinch182

my fifth floor window

sees all the rooftops birds passing storms, and yet- no flight. where has all imagination gone where it can no longer press its lips to our mind's windows, blowing kisses into the sky?

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bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
a year agoReply
I loved the imaginative description of being in a new dwelling. The sight, the passing thoughts, it is all beautifully felt and then described. Good work.