. . AFTERNOON
DELIGHT . .
Peering Out
Watching The Sun High Above
Walking, Not Knowing Where You Ar
e Headed Just Walking, Wat
ching, Admiring Then
Everything Is Gone....
Now Walking Aimlessly
Surrounded By The Emptiness
Confused, Lost, Crying
There Is A Door, You Walk In
Bright Light Blinding You
As You Stumble Upon An :
AFTERNOON DELIGHT
The Fugi
tive