Under the Benjamin Franklin Bridge, Philadelphia

Posted by cmliu on April 26, 2011 · Leave a Comment

old town, furtive, miles of grey
windswept looks from my lover
like that, we turn one.

Filed under haiku, personal, visit · Tagged with bridge

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