Saturday, January 6, 2007

In the new-built neighboorhood:




3 comments:

Donald said...

Houses,
At day with life and sorrow filled
At night with love and dreams.
Then morning comes and all are chilled,
And wish for Sun's warm streams.

Miao 妙 said...

Lovely poem Donald! Axel, please update soon - I'm looking forward to your next entry. :)

Jingo said...

I hate that brick red colour, it just assaults the eyes and doesn't look natural! If the houses had slate roofs it would be a lot better.