and the sun bled across the sky staining the future with impassioned possibilites, mocking the grey urban landscape with its sharp lines and dull shadows
I turn away
I prefer the view inside the window
(and originally the last line was "it contains you" but then I proofreading and it made me vomit a little in my mouth, so i figured that was too cheesey- lol)
That's a lovely pirhouette round the room poem, from outside in. Poets are their own best editors.
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