Sunset Tower

“The rays of the setting sun hitting just the right spots, sending the rounded metal burning“ Gun Roswell

Sunset Tower

Red like a fire engines head, the burning fire of the setting sun reflected on the metallic surface

The man made object, the towering height coming to life only at this hour by the very light

Of the one object hanging high up in the skies during the days, but as the night falls it too to rest lays

But not before sending it’s shiny beams one last time across space and skies to land onto the metallic tower making it open up like a flower only not of nature

On the Top

“So high, it’s piercing the skies” Gun Roswell

On the Top

It’s so high, it is reaching the tallest sky
The towering clock, which will never, ever stop
And, a cross on the top, to be on the safer side of things
Because, you’ll never know, what forces may be lurking
From their hide, maybe even flanking from all sides
Alas, the tower is secure, no matter what will lure

On the top, is the place to be
On the top, everywhere you see
On the top, no where left to go
On the top, never the time to take it slow
On the top, the only way is down
On the top, but maybe, you can reach for the clouds

Two of a Kind

Photography 101: Day Nineteen: Double & Rotation

“Life is all about finding people who are your kind of crazy”

Two of a Kind

No better pair you will find
Than a two of a kind
They may not look the same
Or be built to similar frame
They may not always agree
The urge for fight or flee
But together they are strong
It even says so in the song
Side by side they stride
With a stance filled with pride

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twin towers

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