Wednesday, February 13, 2013

At Waterloo (Poem)

 A sea of suits swirls around

Rushing to waiting trains,

Hurrying home.

When under the clock something catches my eye.

There, in the monochrome ocean,

A splash of colour.

There stands a man

Sunflowers in his hand.


(Thank you to the man in the photo for the inspiration, I hope the person you were waiting for liked the flowers.)

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