June, aged chest in the old firehouse. We wonder!
Among rusty broken walls and a primordial fire extinguisher
Beyond the cracks and venerable tiled matrix
Camera-eyes capture the ghost of the last ladderman
Obsolete doors calling ancient smoke jumpers
Beauty holds no bounds even for the versed
You don’t have to put on that red light
German medusa with the golden hair was smiling
But I was patient and waited:
Harmonica with the skeleton key
Stoutness by my side: unsealed
Japan’s cabinet approved an energy policy reversing the previous government’s plans to slowly retire nuclear power plants, Total amnesia forgetting the 2011 Fukushima disaster.
~At times the future seems blighted!
It was simply my harmonica!
(The atmosphere in Mars is less than 1% of Earth’s, so it is quite hard to play a tune!)
Click for More Harmonica Here!
If you do not find the mellow in the word happy, in the so called present, you might never find it.
Look for a bridge and cross it!
When you have to stand against the wind, stand tall, but always bend from the force of a typhoon.
Dreams are color lightning, ripened glass and solar storms you should always write down or sketch.
“Books are friends for a sandy foxtrot.”
(Réplique sous la direction de Optivion)
circa 1914 or 2014?