Monday 1 November 2010

Old Pair

Romantic walks.
about the ducks,
and the boats, they talk.

The clouds,
are grey,
and dull as soot.

Damp. Dank.
Concrete lay
under their foot.

A bitter breeze.
Whispers past them.

Their ripped jeans
and scruffy hair.

It does not Condemn.

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