April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Just a few from my journeying, which got me thinking of Utopia and Distopia. Amongst kids on bikes I found pink blossom and pink paint on the floor. And the ramshackle abandoned shop you see, that's been there since I can remember. I like it because it's dusty, full of amateur paintings and gives the illusion of being eternal.
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