For every black cloud
Black Cloud
The sky frames this backdrop
Footsteps - always moving - but never in the right direction
Bang Bang
What is that?!
Stay Away!
Can't you see?!
Vroom Vroom
The diesel engines cries and chuck, chuck and spat and spat on the footway nearby
Pop Pop
Children laughing and skipping - Imagination so vivid and so tangible. You could almost kiss it.
Kick Kick
Just let me in
I am not angry anymore. I promise.
Dump Dump
Bin bags - oh the bin bags - how high they do rise
Umbrella - It's raining - tears down your face
Makeup is now ruined and it is spoiling the line of your brand new jacket
Copyright © Martyn King | Year Posted 2024
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