High At The Lehmann Poem by rudebwoyzeke .
High At The Lehmann
minimalism turnt modern in the new age of victorian.
endless chatter flies in the crosshairs
only 20 minutes till dusk, and earth completes the sequence of light.
fashionably late in sloppy attire, half baked and burnt out.
per usual
but how do sleek undertones hum melodies? curves define character? and soft palettes give praise?
one can only inquire while inside these walls.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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