by | Jan 15, 2008 | Poetry | 0 comments

The street
my sweet home
where my friends lay hollow
into the night with sorrow
and staying there with time borrowed.

The street
where i used to live
so many things i would give
to be back there
touching souls without a care.

The street
an emotional storm
dark clouds pass the tempers
and through the wall attention seekers
for sure nothing new.

The street
warm with summer
so glad to be above us without suffer
my friends whatever the distance
we shall always be close.


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