The contemporaries show the world at it’s best as a panoramic pane of glass,
Clad in bloodless steel.
But it has never looked more a forbidden garden than between prison-bar windows,
My view is the sweetest fruit.
And I wouldn’t take the modern architecture because what now looks like paradise,
Is probably a parking lot.
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 10:37 AM UTC
The contemporaries show the world at it’s best as a panoramic pane of glass,
Clad in bloodless steel.
But it has never looked more a forbidden garden than between prison-bar windows,
My view is the sweetest fruit.
And I wouldn’t take the modern architecture because what now looks like paradise,
Is probably a parking lot.
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