Poem -
Hours of night.
I was well aware of love, the things it brought back to me, I encased my hands for love and carried him
the sea,
I envisoned a night as young with all desires burning flame
and as I struck the match to kindle
found that light again
Where all the shadows come to play
On city streets in lantern light
I found his hearts affection in the mid resting hours of night.
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" The night, and the light !! " Standing, beneath a lamp-post at the corner of the street is " LIFE " ? The " shadowy " figures to haunt the memory. But, that, is better than " the account " !! :) :)
In mind, is the pleasures of " bars, raised, to illuminate " the practical nature of delving into the " UNDERWORLD " scenario. Where, fun, is masked by " nerve jangling anticipation " of NOT being " eaten alive " !! :) :) Survival, of a " Sinister " underbelly of sub-counter-culture defining the want of excess. To, avoid mess and regress. In the plays, you find a will, to appreciate more days. And, " the haze " beyond " The Mist " as well as " the p....d " off !! :) :)
OUTWARD LOOKING SURVEYS DETERMINING FATALISTIC HOMOGENOUS ASPIRATION. Especially, in " some parts " !! As, you, would probably know.
TAKE CARE. :) :) :)
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