There is fog in the city
The lightning in this bar seems dull
Cars passing by
People walking
People talking
I am on my own
Drinking coffee
Smoking cigarettes
Reading poetry
Pieces of thoughts randomly shot in the abyss
It is raining
It is quiet here
In this corner of the world.
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Author:
amethyste (
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Comments1
A seeking of solitary peace in this poem. Nicely done
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