lost

 

a beauty can be lost

a beauty can be found

The city is soft

the city is hard

it waits for our footsteps

it does not care whose they are

 

This is the city of dreams

the man behind me at the traffic light repeats

the dream can fade

reform

somewhere else

space

the mind
space

time

a new city calls

 

i pass little goodbyes

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~ by beatricejarvis on May 27, 2009.

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