Shorter than normal
night city lights
Nights City lights
I wonder as they rush by,
can they feel the watchful eye?
Keeping track of where they were,
writing all that cant be heard.
Lights guide them through the night ,
I am still shadowed by the light.
This City of Night holds me stranded
nowhere alone forever Branded
Lost time that can’t return
Bridges crossed too wet to burn.
Screams of passion fall unheard
Years go by yet still no word.
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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| Dreamer | 2 | 09/24/2009 |
| the feeder | 0 | 09/23/2009 |
| night city lights | 0 | 09/23/2009 |
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| Pose of Friends | 0 | 09/21/2009 |
| Mountians Ring With Fog | 2 | 09/21/2009 |
| Again | 1 | 09/21/2009 |
| to buy a boat | 1 | 09/19/2009 |
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