I saw gold reflected on the slabs of concrete.
The bland frigid walls made the abrupt color somehow discreet.
-A blessing of what had been,
I remembered old friends.
Then...
Then...
Then...
We poked through the rich lace....
Didn't think they were there to make JOY stay.
But this instant paradise of destruction...
Sitting there in construction.
Anyway...
Blessings to you.
Because tomorrow night, I'll be there again.
The color will apear on my cheeks to view.
and like a dream, it will seem to never end.
NG1109-3
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