Almost There
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Some Ways
By Peter S. Quinn
Some ways will never leave
For someone put them there
They are old ways archives
Buildings with a spiral stair
Blacker than dreams inside
People are making walls
Where they in their ways hide
When some stranger calls
Nothing can be done then right
Silences are giving terms
Into the lonesome way of night
The status quo of the perms
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(The poem appeared on petersquinn.blogspot.com)
Some Ways
By Peter S. Quinn
Some ways will never leave
For someone put them there
They are old ways archives
Buildings with a spiral stair
Blacker than dreams inside
People are making walls
Where they in their ways hide
When some stranger calls
Nothing can be done then right
Silences are giving terms
Into the lonesome way of night
The status quo of the perms
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(The poem appeared on petersquinn.blogspot.com)
PS : This is a long exposure shot I made
by night somewhere in the centre of Brussels
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by night somewhere in the centre of Brussels
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