Home, home...
I am alone, I walk the halls of a forgotten land.
Out door halls, an open sky above, pale, clear and full of longing...
Cracked pavement, flowers, bricks
Street lights...ghosts, some smile, some look familiar...
Went for a walk the other day, very dramatic lighting!
I really like your poem, Li : ) and the picture of your late in the day long shadow...
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