Ceramic shades are sorrow less, holding man-made lights in it’s wombs,

illusion for eyes and bricked aspirations for peace. 

I don’t know how to lift you higher under these crafted shadows.

I have seen truths by the dusts besides roads, 

in rhythms of oscillating Delilahs. 

Be there with me…

Have beer with me in sudden evenings…

I will show you the glitters then, I will let you peel me then.

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Photograph: Google.