Beneath the roofs of glass and steel,
The noon sun pours a silver light;
While voices drift, and moments steal
Their fleeting shadows into flight.
Umbrellas bloom above the crowd,
And strangers pause, then pass away
Yet in this quiet world, somehow,
Time lingers for a little day.
Parece que hay personas que prefieren estar de pie.
ReplyDeleteinteresting photos and beautiful verses.
ReplyDeleteIn winter you have to take advantage of every last ray of sunshine, just like the protagonist in your picture.
ReplyDeleteBella composición.
ReplyDeleteSalutacions!
Nice
ReplyDeleteThese two young men are trying to decide to continue their discussion over a meal or not. You caught a good moment.
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