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It is already late while I see
Those kids still play hide and seek
Dance around that pole which lacked of paint
The cockroach underneath tried to escape, run for a life

A night with an empty sky
Those constellations were asleep
Street lights accompanying me in a hush 
But has yet to beat the rest of my spirit

I walk on melody towards to the gate of joy
Imagining love is waiting behind the warm sheet
Though those 'to do list' take a number of waiting list 
They may have to wait and be on their queue

My eyes may have occupied by a ton of drowsiness 
But not for my brain which still spin on its rusty gear
Fulfilling the tiny pleasure of a friend across the web
Life cannot be much prettier than this


Dedicated to all of my friends in Poetrysoup who were encouraging me to keep on writing

*Special thanks to Richard Lamoureux :D

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