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On a side street of longing the
lovers sing
carefully crafted words to a woman
...one woman

 

Martryish men carrying billions of
years in their hands, extend them
from their rooted mire. The upturned
flower falls short, wilting on a dirty
earth

 

I ask you to stare from your window
toward the passing cars, the walking
souls, the late-lit windows of buildings
above.. Every soul has once been loved.

Reviews

[Truc]

I love the last stanza. O_O

[lAcEy_LoO's Poems Site]

Very good i loved the first words

On a side street of longing the
lovers sing

Really good poem!!!