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The clouds seem to mock the buildings On days like today, Flamboyantly drifting across the space Their grounded counterparts Don’t have the heart Nor the stamina To conceive; Knowing they will never part The ground. Brick and mortar, They stand Stagnant in cement; They believe they have the upper hand. When capricious skies Are prone to fickleness, The buildings stand Like they do best. Staring out their window eyes Story by story People-watching people Oblivious to their silent presence And their Delicate, intricate scaffolding For a more pressing interest In those cloudy skies And the imaginable possibilities spawned By their passing by. c.e.m. 1.19.15
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 10:23 PM UTC
Bland
The clouds seem to mock the buildings On days like today, Flamboyantly drifting across the space Their grounded counterparts Don’t have the heart Nor the stamina To conceive; Knowing they will never part The ground. Brick and mortar, They stand Stagnant in cement; They believe they have the upper hand. When capricious skies Are prone to fickleness, The buildings stand Like they do best. Staring out their window eyes Story by story People-watching people Oblivious to their silent presence And their Delicate, intricate scaffolding For a more pressing interest In those cloudy skies And the imaginable possibilities spawned By their passing by. c.e.m. 1.19.15
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 10:23 PM UTC
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