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City Night ~

The city is squalid and sinister, With the silver-barred street in the midst,

They have watered the street,

It shines in the glare of lamps, Cold, white lamps,

And lies Like a slow-moving river,

Barred with silver and black

Cabs go down it, One, And then another.

Between them I hear the shuffling of feet.

Tramps doze on the window-ledges,

Night-walkers pass along the sidewalks.

The city is squalid and sinister, With the silver-barred street in the midst,

Slow-moving, A river leading nowhere.

Opposite my window, The moon cuts, Clear and round, Through the plum-coloured night.

She cannot light the city; It is too bright.

It has white lamps, And glitters coldly.

I stand in the window and watch the moon.

She is thin and lustreless, But I love her.

I know the moon,

And this is an alien city. ~

By Wisdom Kindness

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)