06-02-2017, 07:21 AM
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Something about you
this morning, with the roses
blown delicately in the early winter
gardens, came to my mind.
My thoughts have nothing to do but amble,
on a dawn bus ride
past backyard and bramble,
through a fog bound city,
its blackened brick walls
left behind.
Something about it, this morning, in the gardens
came to mind.
Edit 1
Original (kind of)
Something about you
this morning, with the roses
blown delicately in the early winter
gardens, came to my mind.
My thoughts have nothing to do but amble,
on a dawn bus ride
past backyard and bramble,
through a fog bound city,
its blackened brick walls
left behind.
Something about it, this morning, in the gardens
came to mind.
Edit 1
Original (kind of)
~ I think I just quoted myself - Achebe

