![]() While the city dreamsA Poem by KeeDThe crackle in the cold nights breeze the
fire under the bridge it speaks Warm
words for the broken and weak While the city dreams
Where
do we come from? we play this game counting
our dollars and applying blame does it
matter, in the end we're all the same While the city dreams
Tucked
away tonight without worry the
cardboard house is flooded with rain Shivers
take claim, being fortunate is a different kind of pain While the city dreams
Love
unites the flies with streetlights amusing
is the sight to a child of the night Behind
the dumpster lies humanity's answer to society While the city dreams © 2014 KeeDAuthor's Note
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Added on March 30, 2014Last Updated on March 30, 2014 Author![]() KeeDMumbai, India, IndiaAboutHey I'm Kee, I'm 32 and work as a journalist in Mumbai, India. I dabble in writing poetry and do it purely to pump out the creative juices in my being. Thank you for stopping by, live, laugh and love .. more..Writing
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