on the other side,
of the heavily streamed window,
down on the street below,
under the dimmed light from the lampost,
in the cracks on the pavement,
tiny sparkling rivers,
the skies above in all there grey glory,
pulling the clouds across their body,
so carefull not to miss any of the land,
The streets need washing,
The housing need washing,
The people in the houses on the streets,
need washing,
and that smell that lingers after a heavy down pour,
is life's dirt bieng washed away.
Fine imagery. You paint well with words. You brought your street alive for me.thank you for sharing. Regards, Sandra Fowler
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Pretty outstanding for modern times. excellen attempt. Please read my poems and comment on it too. Please do not be sentimental.