Day 678, Wet snow, wrong shoes.

Day's pictures, Poetry

Day 678-1

The buildings lean over me
heavy as they appear.
There is no one.
The trees look dead.
Or is that just me.

We were with nature
where we made our first choice.
And started a journey.
Away from silence.
Or is heaven overrated?

I ask myself
being here now.
In a city.
This concrete meme.
That shows us
the other
is our compass.

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