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Cidade do Kaos (At Night)
At the window, I am still.
All around me
Far below me
Darkness Falls
The City slumbers
Rain beats a steady rhythm on the sill and
Cries in sad streams down the window.
Far below me
The roar of traffic deadens to a lazy grumble
Lights zip by
Each hurrying to leave the urban chaos.
Wisps of early hours mist steadily climbs
As the first cry of the dawn chorus is heard.
This is what they call the Witching Hour
A rare 60 minutes of peace,
For a city that never truly sleeps.
All around me
Far below me
Darkness Falls
The City slumbers
Rain beats a steady rhythm on the sill and
Cries in sad streams down the window.
Far below me
The roar of traffic deadens to a lazy grumble
Lights zip by
Each hurrying to leave the urban chaos.
Wisps of early hours mist steadily climbs
As the first cry of the dawn chorus is heard.
This is what they call the Witching Hour
A rare 60 minutes of peace,
For a city that never truly sleeps.
Published 22nd Mar 2014
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Anonymous
22nd Mar 2014 00:44am
Wow! What a great write. I don't live in the city and I'm glad. Enjoyed! :)
22nd Mar 2014 2:43am
The city is not that bad but the noise is pretty constant. You get used to it after a while!
Thanks for the comment! :-)
Thanks for the comment! :-)
22nd Mar 2014 1:57am
22nd Mar 2014 2:42am
Sometimes that is what it feels like looking out of my window. Unfortunately though, I am no Rita Hayworth... :-)
Thanks!
Thanks!
22nd Mar 2014 3:33am
22nd Mar 2014 6:16am
