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2003-03-07 - 8:36 a.m. -
nighttime in the city
a fresh coating of white
cold air
& a million stars overhead this is almost enough
to make you think
she is beautiful the city is tired tonight
she is worn out from the day passed
too much bustle
& too many cars
she wants to close her eyes
dream of spring & living things
the feel of roots beneath her fragile skin but this city is home to the restless
the dreamers & insomniacs
the lost souls
& hearts, not so much broken
as just obsolete
their wanderings keep her awake
make her drowsy when dawn comes she longs for quiet
a brief respite from the stirring
but their songs keep her up
urge her
to leave just one light on
a small candle
to lighten the darkness.
she is tired
& tonight
no one will deny her
a final winter slumber. sweet dreams ---------------------------- -------------------------------------
Today's Stats
Coffee Count: 7 mugs
Cigarettes: 21
Candy: none
Now Playing: none
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"My sense of God is my sense of wonder about the universe."
-Albert Einstein
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