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Public Travel Gloom (Depressing poem warning)
London Two P.M
The sky was dark
The day had died
Before it lived
Memories sang:
I wanted to thrill you all night
Then hold you softly till the day light
You liked to watch me suffer in pain
You wanted me to love you in vain
The plates crashed
The mountains danced
The hills woke up
Covered in grass
Man on the bridge
Hunch back, hunched over
Black overcoat
Searching for his last marble
Finding nothing
Losing the game
People pass Frightened
Avoiding his lost eyes
On the motorway
Out of the city
Today had yet to flower
The night never fails
Published 5th Dec 2022
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Phenomenal feel and gloom
You do it so well for better or worse.
Poets need to suffer so you’re in the groove
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You do it so well for better or worse.
Poets need to suffer so you’re in the groove
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6th Dec 2022 2:59pm
Thank you for reading.
This was my observations traveling through countryside and then London.
Some scenes really stand out. They're not always pretty. But the night always comes and settles up the day whether it was good or awful.
Regards
James
This was my observations traveling through countryside and then London.
Some scenes really stand out. They're not always pretty. But the night always comes and settles up the day whether it was good or awful.
Regards
James
I am glad to visit those places that you share on your site. I also want to talk about a beautiful place where I had a lot of fun. I am talking about Catholic pilgrimage tours when I visited Italy for the first time I experienced inner peace. public Internet stations and Internet cafés are fairly common, and Wi-Fi is widely available. Most hotels have Wi-Fi or a computer for guests to use.
