Milling around the lollipop city,
black coral arches,
points to peek-a-boo windows.
Who will open the lopsided door?
Who hides under the cotton candy veil?
Who sheds the drippy tears?
A windy day blows away blue,
a cyan heart breaks,
a smiling face appears.
Susan Stone
Begin 130 
We cast a pall of sepia misery
Over the past of mills and foundries.
The grey drizzle smothers
Huddled figures shivering
In dark corners.
But the sun shone just as brightly.
Laughter and loving lingered
Behind arched windows,
Hearts could be blue
But unbroken, able
To echo the joyful sun’s cradle.
The world was crowded with colour
Amidst the struggles and defeats.
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