Time, the wee small hours.
Streets quiet, no noisy cars.
Weather cool.
Wearing my overcoat made from pure lambs wool.
Dark sky sparkles like a christmas tree.
Astral beauty my green eyes see.
Walking alone and my mind at peace.
From everyday reality these wee small hours do release.
A black cat does cross my path.
Oh good luck i say, then i sarcastically laugh.
Soon these streets will be paved with people.
In the distance i see the towns gothic church steeple.
House windows all have their curtains drawn.
Soon they'll be opened when dusk reaches dawn.
I near my home, my humble abode.
This walk done me good, for the day ahead it has put me in survival mode.
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Comments1
Super write, may you survive many, many days to write like this.
Thanks for wonderful comment.
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