Friday, August 15, 2008
The Walkway
Raining white
The streets are wet
Lights flash neon
A lone wish treads
Into a promenade
A seething rush
Tinkering tune
Truth of a time
Tangle of a heart
A moon that follows
The red car racing
And the wind drives past
The road listless
Raging wait
And mist shining
It’s stop time.
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