Rain-slick road, running cold
street-side washes reflecting echoes
shimm’ring images, nameless faces;
Blacktop oil-slick beckons
the fires are lit, a pedestrian hit
stories, all stories, written in rain.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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A most poetic write with wonderful images that set a mood ending in tragedy. Nicely written
The image clearly set in this very poetic write of the impending tradegy, very nicely written
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