Branches
Late nights, cold nights, warm eveningsunder the meeting of those branches
under the changing firmament of the starry sky
and the changing hue of blue to black
I leave my footsteps there
leaning against the wall
waiting for the metro
by now
this wall knows me
those branches sing with me
by now
this view
looking up through those branches
into the depths of the universe
has burnt itself into my memory
this reliably unchanging feature of my life
on my way home
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2012-03-25 at 03:17
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