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The humans moved out of this place
They used to make things here
Things that moved
Things that travelled
A few returned,
leaving their mark
Adding a spot of colour
to desolate walls
Mother nature spotted
the empty space
and send out a message
via the western wind
Soon up in the girders,
feathered builders of craft,
making homes in foundations
in steels for and aft
Many thanks Sarabeth. The poem is 100% mine – scripted from a desk at the Inkwell. Alas, I cannot lay claim to the photo that inspired it, Hence I put a credit underneath the photo. Glad you enjoyed the read.
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Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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