Time Spent in St. Petersberg, RussiaA Poem by Call It A DayTime Spent in St. Petersburg, RussiaClouds like sweet memories fell on me this St. Petersburg morning, mixing with my cigarette smoke in some brick road beige back alley, surrounded by pastel blue buildings, a Chinese flop that smelled of lemons and meat, and a rat a*s hostel with peaceful bunks and dreary-eyed Russians. I took steps and steps and more silent steps in this silent city down the crooked, rainbow streets that bled rain and remorse, like there was some secret guilt that was shaded to all but the people who called these roads their home. The sun burst with rays of moonlight painting the city with radiant depravity and pale mystery. Floating down the concrete canals, the haunting, crystal wind swept me into the past wrought with burden, blood, and honest-to-God, beautiful melancholy. A harmony of joy and wrecked blues settled like dew on the faces of buildings and of people. I've never felt more in tune with my heart than in St. Petersburg, where the city's river flows with true romance and floods often, where the night sky replaces stars with burning tears that cover up the truest darkness I've seen. I ought to have been born here and I'm hellbent on making this city my grave, where I'll be six feet under, having lived a life miles away from the struggles of normalcy. I puff on my last cigarette, watching my eternal shadow etch our name into a tree that stands alone. © 2011 Call It A DayFeatured Review
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11 Reviews Added on August 4, 2011 Last Updated on August 4, 2011 AuthorCall It A DayLouisville, KYAboutI wish I could spend a lifetime in moments by myself sometimes with a pack of turkish silvers that was eternal next to an eternal campfire in no place particular like Tibet or .. more..Writing
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