Stripping
Stripping back the layers
of grime and dirt
to reveal your true beauty
hidden for so long
by the passage of time
and the elements
Can anyone hope
to protect themselves
I could wrap you up
but risk wrecking your
delicate features
Would you slowly rot
under the fake veneer
that I imposed on you
Stand firm
Resist the weather
Embrace nature
Thoughts
Spent a couple of days press washing my patio. Here is a poem about it.
It made me think of this beautiful house near Parc Jean-Baptiste Clément in Montmartre.
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