Same road avery day,
Each time so different.
Colors of grey became
So pink and bright;
When the people took a look,
The sky turned blue.
And the speak of no one
Was the only role.
Each time so different.
Colors of grey became
So pink and bright;
When the people took a look,
The sky turned blue.
And the speak of no one
Was the only role.
|| Published With The Photo "Factory Trip" on Flickr
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