How many I see on these ghostly streets
The black and white shades to meet
But through the looking glass I see
All the colours that had been hidden from me.
Then the wonders previously unkown
From the windowed aspect grown
Will be revealed in all their splendour
All those different ages and genders.
A contest entry
- PICTURE PROMPT BY ADEMON by Ademon.
700 points, ended January 13, 9 entries
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