Cities sleep
Cities wake
Stumbling, struggling, running past
For years have come
And years have gone
Histories engraved on every brick
The trees they watch and giggle at them
the people, what are they running for?
The children, what are they dreaming of?
Dreams, breathless and alluring
Seemingly near
And yet so far
The skies, they have seen through the aeons
Its children hustling for who knows what?
With bated breath, as one awaits, I sit and wonder,
Whose side to take..?
Friday, November 18, 2011
From my windows, I peek.
The wait is too long Each hour I sit Pining and whining The door is barred My hands smell of iron rods For they have clasped too long The curtains drawn As I pretend you'll come And unlock the portals...
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