2 May 2012
Row upon row Of houses. I stare over their smooth tops- As the Sun sets in the distance, behind.
They have black rooftops With chimneys pointing strong. Like spears to Heaven- Layers of brick, upon brick, just standing tall.
These houses reflect The Old Times. Victorian through to the New- And so they tell the Stories: Stories only meant for You.
Tuesday 24th January, 2012 By Charlotte Fawdry
Rooftop Serenade • Opuss № I