Walking in a film grain essence

pushing my empty wheelbarrow

full of thoughts and wisdom.

I see a ferry on the riverside

huffing and puffing Charcoal Grey.

The women in the red dress

boards the ferry as the wind

blows graceful tunes.

She turns to me and whispers

blue prints and marry-go-rounds.

I pushed my wheelbarrow

full of thoughts and wisdom

but this time heavier then ever.

Far down the silky stream I see

the women in the red dress.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

My Favorite one so far.

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