Tuesday, January 23, 2007

lullaby for my sleeping bag

so there came the night
with its chilled blanket of stars
stray dogs that bark and much honking of horns

the remains of the day....
are always ashes of smiles
strangers words echoing in the void of your mind

the quiet street slowly falling asleep,
the concrete kissing you good bye
farewell my friend

you are left alone
at the time were the cold silence of dreams
creeps up your spine

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