I have found another terrace.
Another city-line studded with
yellow lights
from the highway beyond, and
another song.
Another place to call home,
if only
for a while,
if only
for a while,
to spend solitary nights
asking myself
questions, some deep, some not,
and finding vague answers
or random epiphanies
and making decisions,
some difficult,
some wrong.
I didn’t think I would like this place- but I'm beginning
to think it’s not so bad. I could grow into it, or it'll grow into me. If you really want to know how you feel about a city,
get on one of its terraces and watch the lights go out of its countless windows, one by
one, like a million candles blown out in little boxes. And if you can love the city by night, you can probably tolerate it by day.
That Dead Animal on Your Plate
ReplyDeleteHello hallo I awe by po.em, from Turkiye i onli not unerstan one ting wich is why u ask qestions urself i mean nice po.em but if u hav iphone liek i rich trkish boy do u cn ask qstns to siri i liek siri ok bai. i benozoglu.
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