Outside the window
traffic below creeping away from all that matters.
Amongst the jammed up colors,
a pedestrian easily weaves through the congestion
slipping through the heavy flow of life.
gracefully he continues while surrounded by the unmoving,
often pausing to look up.
He alone sees the clouds above the tall buildings.
No one else remembers the sky.
© Ali Grimshaw
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 
Did you take the picture? It’s really nice. 🙂
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Nina,
Sorry for the late reply. Your message ended up in my spam file.
Yes, I use only my own photos now. I love taking them and looking back through them to find a match after I have written a poem. Thank you.
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No problem Ali. 🙂 I experienced the same when I was new to blogging. I didn’t realize that some comments go to spam…Unfortunately for me, it was toooooo late to retrieve nor reply on those comments. 🙂
Thank you for still responding. I appreciate it!
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No one else remembers the sky.
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No one else remembers the sky.
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Lovely.
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Thank you Lisa. Your comments mean so much.
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