COLOURS
Colours - Art by Luro
I drink colours
that blow-up like fusillade
I smell sounds
that are dulcet
I dip myself in
all the lights
that retain
their luminosity
- Luro
WHAT A SHAME!
This city - art by Luro this city counts its nights spent in rejoicing and turns back the clock, to the glory days old but brand new triumph the ancient yet modern way of crying without tears to get a dose of sleep you'd do anything to get it even kill if you have to automobiles and their glaring headlights wet, black, shiny asphalt roads pavements buying solitude like groceries long for people who would care to stop by nobody receives hand-written letters anymore no stamps to paste on envelopes no more mail boxes in every nook and corner of the street the art of waiting patiently is over connections with friends and strangers seems the same four- hour heart to heart conversations are reduced to winks and nods or hand gestures when you cross paths unwillingly. what a shame! we're too busy so caught up that we can't see beyond...
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