Monday, January 20, 2014

Post 2- VASCONCELOS

- Times Square Everywhere . . .

What rushy world is this ?
High buildings everywhere
Smashing my calm and care
Evolking me through hidden bliss

It seems like eyes without a face insomuch
They face me on me in flush
And I face the never ending odd ads around me
What could my eyes get all I see ?


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