I employ myself
into night,
an image
without notice
observing legs
to elsewhere
with overlapping
shadows
passing below,
wondering about
souls dripping
or hearts breaking,
each without
a glance
between them,
a tapestry
of nameless spirits
under lights so
bright
it robs the
glory of stars
as neon’s tempt
the weak into
shelter
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Author:
shadow424 (
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Comments1
wonderful imagery
there's a unique feel to your style
subtle, is sadly
far too often, overlooked
as a valuable trait of poetry,
thanks for choosing to share
Thank you
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