cold
concrete
the walls
are brick and
yet have witnessed many things
the stains of age are in the page
of the city’s palm the angels speak and demons kick out in laughter
i walk on thorns the books are long and i can’t see anything that breaks the spell of misery’s iron grasp
the worried sunrise comes and shines a light that fades into the cracks of time in the monuments unto lethargic progress and flowers bloom in screens of doom and shots are too quickly taken
unlike Tokpella this alley way has finite space and we all walk in crippling slumber John Wayne won’t get me here
amongst this man made thunder the blood is thin and made of ashes
as i lay the east escapes from me
Pahana you are over due
canyons fell down
life out
of
balance
words less spoken 
lovely oh my
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Thank you ☺
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💜🌼 Interesting write Hon and use of history and legend. Nice 👍 Good one for the prompt. 😊
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thanks Jen, i referenced the movie Koyaanisqatsi and Hopi Culture whose art i love, its a cool little area in DTLA with lots of different energies 🙂 much thanks for reading
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Always my pleasure to read your work and ty for the info! Sounds cool.😊
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I often think about what walls or buildings have witnessed and what they would say if they could talk. Beautiful.
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thank you dear Ingrid ❤
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You’re welcome 😊
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This is so beautiful and haunting!
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thank you Lucy ! xoxoxo
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