the emptiness and decay of old abandoned factories
have always attracted me
once full of life and importance
now full of stillness and silence
except for the sudden frightened flutter
of the wings of a disturbed pigeon
WINDOWS ARE THE EYES OF A BUILDING.THEY SEE WHAT'S GOING ON OUTSIDE.THEY SEE THE WORLD CHANGE.THEY DON'T REACT TO CHANGES.THEY WATCH IN A QUIET SORT OF WAY.UNLESS SHUTTERS PREVENT THIS.
