A tenement, a dirty street walked and walked by shoulder's feet, inside its lawn so complete, watched by a shivering sun.

Old eyes in a small child's face, watching as the shadows race, through walls and clacks Leave no trace of daylight's brightness song.

The day is a pearly spender.

Oh wow. the race is almost gone.

Nose pressed hard and frosted glass, gazing as the smaller paths, on concrete fields where grows no grass.

Stumbles brightly, your.

I'm treated.