Horizons from his tower room
reach out beyond the city's brink... the urban squall would not allow a focused mind that yearns to think. This lonely room with lab arrays implores to find the missing link. Diseases' cures are still in need of finding by the precious few who hide behind a mask or wall, avoiding public déjà vu, but free to concentrate their skill on brilliant deeds long overdue. The world is better off, indeed, because the doctor has a place where he can study, take his notes, experiment, and yet, embrace his view from windows high above the chaos of the human race.
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Manohar. Bhatia.
9/3/2019 09:17:43 am
Dear Jack,
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AuthorJack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana. Archives
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