Mistscape
The mist hangs fell in shreds; the lamps grin.A curious place, the city in autumn,The dead stone does not decay;The mist hangs fell in shreds; the lamps grin.A man, bent as a dead twig, draws in.Draws...
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wonderful writing I had to read this several timescause the images seem misleadingI get from this a picture of a person leaned against an alley wall smoking crack and yes sometimes david sees...
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Thank you, David, for your comment - the image of someone smoking crack is a good one, though that wasn't what I had in my mind. The man, for me, is homeless and ill - but the possibility of crack is...
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I read this a couple of time's through and I got the impression that there was sadness here but wasn't sure in what form but I enjoyed this read..
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Not sure what impression to grab for this wods.But i got the bit about the homeless ill ridden person in this. Life on the street is very sad ...DarkwingGoth
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