From Morn till Dusk

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“Sky watching yet again, another sunrise on the horizon” Gun Roswell


From Morn till Dusk

As the early morning darkness fades
I am set and ready on my way
Hoping, not to be too late
To catch, at least, a glimpse, of the rising light
With my own, two dark eyes
And to admire that, of the magnificent sun’s rise
Watching the sky
I never feel like a spy
Only to simply admire
Of the marvels of what expires
When Mother Nature
Plays around like a true painter
Making art work of the simplest of things
Which will make each our hearts sing

The re-appearing moon

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“The moon is out again, then does’t it appear every single night? Wait a minute, does it ever go away? Really?” Gun Roswell

The re-appearing moon

The moon is hanging out there against the darkness of the skies

At least it looks like that, when looking out the window in the middle of the night

It always seems to be appearing, out of nowhere after sunset

And usually, looming there way past the night, well, perhaps changing position somewhat

But, the moon half or full, crescent or nonsense? I dunno the rhyme

It’s all fine as long as the moon graces us with its presence

The Palm Tree and the Fortress

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“The vistas from a picture perfect postcard, the trees of palm surrounding the ancient built fortresses, something you don’t every day see, at least, not way up here, in the North, the land of cold“ Gun Roswell

The Palm Tree and the Fortress

A perfect view caught the eye of the weary pix snapper, while strolling along the streets of the unknown, but interesting city, the vistas each giving more to the traveller than ever been able to even imagine. 

Appreciating the scenery, some of it from nature itself, some made by those ancients, who came before us, leaving a legacy, still standing strong after times passed for so long, remaining there for a moment longer, and so, enjoying them all, before they too might be gone.

The humble pic snapper trying to preserve in pictures, places from beyond, for those coming after to be able to appreciate, making them too see, that some things are worth preserving, after all.

The open door

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“There is something about an open door, wanting to take a quick look inside, even if there is no invite” Gun Roswell

The open door

The door, remained open, as if left on purpose so

The invite perhaps left there for anyone passing by to cypher, to enter of not

As only the bold would most likely jump on the opportunity

Even if this was not a big city and most people knew the other

But, for the stranger, the new one in town,

This would be one of the few chances of taking a look around

Seeing how the locals lived, and with what kind of trinkets their home was filled

As there is a little peeping person in all of us

Simply wanted their curiosity to get satisfied

And so, the daring passenger from a foreign land

Decided it was the invite to take a peek, see what they can

From the doorway though, never really daring to enter

After all, respiting the privacy of others, was essential

The Metro, a subway, the tube, the underground…

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“Take a ride on the train, running underground! What fun can there be found!?” Gun Roswell

The Metro, a subway, the tube, the underground…

The ride quite simple, just purchase a ticket and what for the arrival of the long or short train, depending on the time of the day.

But as you are waiting on the platform, many a people are there to form, even a brief line before stepping inside the waiting car, of the train going deep, under the ground, it’s in the name of it right? 

But what a sight, all the unexpected things, or then not, depending on the points of view and what one really expected.

Still, if you are a casual stroller, then simply enjoy the ride, even if just for the heck of it, going around and around, right there under ground!

The Good and the Sweet

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“Something too sweet, well, sugar is always good, right? You know, comfort food? Good as a cure?“ Gun Roswell

The Good and the Sweet

The taste of it so good, and well, the reason to resist eludes, because the reason why you should? Well, there really is none, as sweets can be rather tooth-rotting fun, and taste is good, or great even and so, having one or two every once in a while can’t really be all that bad?

Unless you have a condition, then well, then it’s never good.

But, if you are able to, and willing to, and like to, so, allow yourself a sweet sugary rush every now and again, as time spent denying it’s not for you? Well, then don’t but I will. Eat a few.

Stand alone

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“Solemn, alone, in the middle of nowhere it glows, in the deepest of darkness, while in the daylight, a mere shadow remains“ Gun Roswell

Stand alone

For the safety of others, it never bothers to ask the why

Why it is standing there all alone

Alone in the day, alone in the middle of the night

The night so dark it will be the only light

Light for those looking for their very path

Path never ending, only time there to be spending

Spending all alone until the very ending

Ending cycle of being all alone

Alone at the end of the pier it stands

Stands always and forever, alone

Ship in the Grey

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“Sailing in the past, to the future” Gun Roswell

Ship in the Grey

Sailing in the past on the open seas forever seemingly to last

This method might not be the fastest of the safest method forward to move

Alas getting to the future so unsure?

Well, not in the hurry to do that just yet and so no jets but a slow boat

The sails flapping in the wind and when the mood swings

The sails will be lowered and the pace slower

This is the way to move, across the high seas

Never fast, wanting this special moment forever to last

They future out there somewhere, totally can wait

For this solemn sailor 

Rain rain down the drain

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“The droplets falling down, when it rains hard, they all end up on the ground“ Gun Roswell

Rain rain down the drain

Sometimes, or more often times, when it rains, it totally pours

The water coming down so fast it positively roars

But it’s a great feeling, a good thing, watching the droplets sing

The wells, the oceans filling with liquid so totally essential to the hilt

Also giving the onlooker a sense of smallness, a place of calmness

The world somehow safer than with the warming sun?

Then again, the next day after, frolicking out there in the light can be so much fun

Painting on the streets

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“The artist sitting in their chosen place, never late, always there to take requests for those passing by, in a need of a smile.“ Gun Roswell

Painting on the streets

The streets filled with life

All kinds, all walks of life

Those simply passing by

But also those, making their living

Some selling things, others painting

Even a few perhaps singing

No matter what you might just be looking for

Some kind of a small score

Never is a bore though

Walking down the busy street

Perhaps getting off your feet

And letting the talented painter

Paint your essence onto the canvas

Preserved for the future

For those special memories

To be saved for eternity