Drenched city roads,
Wet are the city lights;
Garlanding the distant horizons;
In shrouded, mysterious lights.
We ride by; ride by;ride;by;
Distant, disjointed, perennial;
The glass turns hazy,
Clouding visions; myopic; wet; dark; distant
The finality of distant dreams,
Crowds the crowded sight.
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Saturday, July 11, 2015
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