Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Poem

It is 3 am.
The streets are quiet.
A rat scurries in front of me,
disappearing in the alley.

At 3am, the returnes of passion and pleasure diminishes.
3am; I should be in bed, but I'm in my element.
I love my 3am walks
It's very quiet and solitary.

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