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Dusk. The morning's frost
still lies on the shrouded path.
The sky, a fiery tangerine one way,
a dingy grey the other.
Stillness. Silence. One moment
among a million the same,
a million seen by people who care
more about what's on TV.
A streetlight flickers on,
another everyday expectancy,
illuminating a path that remains
unwalked.
The point? Nonexistant.
The view? Depends.
Myself? To me it remains
another daily miracle.
still lies on the shrouded path.
The sky, a fiery tangerine one way,
a dingy grey the other.
Stillness. Silence. One moment
among a million the same,
a million seen by people who care
more about what's on TV.
A streetlight flickers on,
another everyday expectancy,
illuminating a path that remains
unwalked.
The point? Nonexistant.
The view? Depends.
Myself? To me it remains
another daily miracle.
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