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I weep at the bricks,
put, straightened then streak,
I weep at their sharp edges,
gaunt-grey and shriek,
I have forgotten,
in whose chaos I creep,
And long for margins
of watercolours under my feet.
water colors
Soon, if you can imagine pastel road and walkways of the mind - Neato rhymes, doing what they are supposed to do - elevate the mood. ~s~