Looking up high and down low,
Still wandering where to go,
Yet the mind can't get off the photo...
The Sign On The Stairs
Having a quick stare,
With the wind blowing over my hair,
And the eyes fencing a glare,
There it was The Sign On The Stairs....
Closed For The Day
Looking at the sculpture made of clay,
Painted with the colour of shade of greys,
Wanted to look thru and touch the displays
but what can one do if it's Closed For The Day....
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