From Days To Narrow Streets,
When Things Aren't What They Seem
And Our Troubles Are Past.
...
Having Found Relief At Last,
In This Place Of Cobblestone Paths.
Carries A Glow Quite Like Cloud-Light,
It's Quiet As The Night.
Still, As The Body Might.
...
There's Many Synonyms For Gleam,
Back When Things Aren't What They Seem.
...
This Ghost Town Is Still A Mystery.
So Its Hard, At Least For Me,
To Title This One Perfectly.
[October 13, 2025]
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Author:
Joseph Michael Marek (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 13th, 2026 14:54
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Comments1
Well worded this poem spins its tale well. Nicely done
Thank you, Soren. Your kind comments always inspire.
You are most welcome Marek
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