coffee connoisseurs on stools line the funky cafes,
trendsetters, buskers & backpackers spill into the streets,
the smell of woodfire pizza drifts across the rooftops,
there is the hum of music from a retro boutique...
the brick lane is old and dark
what stories must these bricks hold of days gone by...
I see a girl, crouching infront of the brick
she has a pink mohawk, ripped jeans,
she has her stencils, cans all laid out,
she cleans the first layer of grime from the wall and begins to spray,
the smell of aerosol drifts down the lane,
the walls seem to become brighter,
everywhere i look they come alive,
with art!
Then i walk,
i turn a corner and find a new laneway i've never seen before.....
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