Day 1284, roof.Day's pictures, Poetry
My roof is old
is leaning forwards
Day 1273, grey.Day's pictures, Poetry
There is some
in our structures
Day 1217, cheap.Day's pictures, Poetry
Some look up
there only gift
Day 1101, evolution.Day's pictures, Poetry
it seems to stand still.
The other times
Day 1059, grey-less.Day's pictures, Poetry
The red stands for blood
that runs through our construct
the black, and white our views.
The red is what we spill
our construct wants to rule
we are, black and white.