From dusk to dawn

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As the sun makes its way down,

night surges around.

This Strand, washed Yorkstone steps,

expectant dreams, not trodden yet.

Headlights, unearthly tyre noises,

burbling exhaust pipes, the city’s voices.

I caress the tarmac’s weight,

with my need to consociate.

These eye’s long exposure

where memories blind me, all over

Hand in hand along Southbank

alone, not on my own

Singing a whisper in my ear,

a melodious serenading tear.

Seeing your face light up

…. your phone. Damn, no luck.

The opportunity is sinking.

Chuck the lifesaver in, I’m thinking?

Out all night. Now dawn refreshens

everything but my disposition.

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Photos 1-9 London - Nikon d750
Photo 10 - Penzance - Nikon d750

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