Each night, I drive alone,
through the dead streets,
and the living neon,
I see a troop of dancing lights
singing songs of uncomplished love and life
and to subside my pain of loss
i close my eyes to imagine a place
where my thoughts are smoke
and my mystery is you.
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2 comments:
Nice, short poem :)
Thank you :) you havent been blogging much. Why?
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