Poem: Architecture

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Architecture

The space is open. Light fills the air.
Straight lines lead the eye,
a simplicity so perfect it brings tears to your eyes.

It is, you tell yourself, a matter of architecture,
design and the will
to remake the madness.

About this poem

I am always seeking simplicity, and when I find it, something moves in me.

The picture was taken at the West Wing of the National Galleries.

Tom

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