rainfall paints the car park with a darker hue, giving
depth to its once flat surface, so that headlights
drill down and refract, in its now mirrored facade.
the world slowly melts, as a thousand drummers beat
against my window, falling as a single sheet towards
the sill.
dark shapes, people, walk swiftly by: faceless,
beheaded by their own umbrellas, but, it is no different
from a sunny day, when stern faces, and frosty
indisposition, takes the place of covered face.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 7:02 PM UTC
rainfall paints the car park with a darker hue, giving
depth to its once flat surface, so that headlights
drill down and refract, in its now mirrored facade.
the world slowly melts, as a thousand drummers beat
against my window, falling as a single sheet towards
the sill.
dark shapes, people, walk swiftly by: faceless,
beheaded by their own umbrellas, but, it is no different
from a sunny day, when stern faces, and frosty
indisposition, takes the place of covered face.
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