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On The Cusp Of Quito
Clouds roll over the hilltops.
City lights dot the valley.
The music, the traffic whistles,
the sounds of children playing,
dogs speaking between car horns,
the smells of hole in the wall cafes,
all move at a walking pace.
I am from nowhere, not here,
admiring the city lights, alone,
broke, alive, looking for something
I could never describe in a poem.
City lights dot the valley.
The music, the traffic whistles,
the sounds of children playing,
dogs speaking between car horns,
the smells of hole in the wall cafes,
all move at a walking pace.
I am from nowhere, not here,
admiring the city lights, alone,
broke, alive, looking for something
I could never describe in a poem.
Published 17th Jan 2015
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the place come kicking alive in ur words...n wen words r juz not enof to describe the search, u seem to axe the power of word artistry as such.
(This strikes nw with an incident today at my part of world, when my vet's graddottah lil twins were in our car n what i saw in their eyes as they looked upon me..is something i couldn't explain. Later came to know, they were motherless frm birth)
Srry fr talking too much Matt, but yeah, it confirms there are more greater things than words. brilliant selftalk n ur ever observing eyes.. tq:)
(This strikes nw with an incident today at my part of world, when my vet's graddottah lil twins were in our car n what i saw in their eyes as they looked upon me..is something i couldn't explain. Later came to know, they were motherless frm birth)
Srry fr talking too much Matt, but yeah, it confirms there are more greater things than words. brilliant selftalk n ur ever observing eyes.. tq:)
18th Jan 2015 5:57pm
