
Morning flutters in through my window
The rays of light creep in through like a mole
The raging screams on the streets outside
Sounding more peaceful than my soul
My eyes open to the world beyond
With a squint i look at the empty wall
Light cascading across its breadth
scattering on its face the colors all.
1 comment:
hmm nice snap.
i wonder why inspite of the harsh weather, people (including me) still love boston :)
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