I have never been so awed,
as when I look up at the sky.
A never ending existance,
and rainbow of infinity.
City streets imbedded with grey,
set against a backdrop of desolation,
all contrasted with a honey drop sun,
and crystalised rain.
Watching the green green grass
In a pot hole outside economic crisis
A gentle entitiy
Against an unmovable force.
The gentle circles of life
Surrounded by sqaure life boxes
A life given for beauty,
Blossoming against the blazing heat of decay.
A contest entry
- Foreign Lands by Frodofan.
575 points, ended November 4, 2008, 13 entries
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