May
10
Week #9
Dave Wilson via Compfight
City Skyline
I sit there
As the city sleeps
The shadows come alive
And dance through the streets
Without making a sound
I feel the warm crisp breeze through my hair
My finger tip touch the cold ground
The lights flicker pass my eyes
And the hum of the street lights
As the city sleeps
The moon watches over
Stars twinkle every second
The sun comes up and wakes the city up
And the car honking begins
Sydney I love how you chose this topic to wrote about! I love the way you put it into poetry
this is a deep poem, and man i’ve read it about five times!
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