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Apr 2015
Meandering eyes never
fell on such a sight as
when they saw the eyes of a wall.

Hidden beneath the shrubs
endowed naturally as leaves
as artificial as the wall painting she lay, asleep
unmoving despite the cold beating on her feather light clothes.

Nothing could betray her perfect camouflage
till her bright white eyes flew open
and gave way to the slight movement
that turned the meandering eyes
to the curved wall that was her voluptuous body.

Startled sighs that escaped the lips
could never measure to
the sight of a wall come to life
and the shrubs become an
unwelcome choice of a bed
or the stone a pillow.
Was in a taxi going to work and as i stared absentmindedly at the wall, a homeless woman laying there in cold on that rainy morning, turned ever so lightly. It seemed i was not the only one in the taxi who was shocked when we realised a human being was laying out there, so unguarded, so unprotected.
Obscurity Thought
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Obscurity Thought  Uganda
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