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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Day dawns. Dark clouds gather on the skyline Looming over the roofs of traffic Passing on the bridge. Houseboats lay moored silently On the still waters of the Thames, Surrounded by stark buildings; Houses once so grand, Inhabited by the select, Now fallen from grace. The air is crisp and cool, Typically October, Everywhere touched By the golden hand of autumn Scattering her dress wantonly; Leaves skip and dance Along the pavement, Swirl around the feet of passers-by And scurry into the road Playing catch-me-if-you-can With the passing cars. Streets bustle and teem with city folk Going to and from their destination Mingling among them Visitors taking in the sights, Every now and then stopping To capture a moment in time.... Dusk creeps down. The roads now packed With the hum of angry motorists Trying to flee from the insanity Of noise and confusion, Comforted only by thoughts of Cosy warmth, Glowing fires And the welcoming smell of hot food. Night falls; With an expectant buzz, The city preparing for revellers Drawn to its bright lights- Seeking desires of the flesh (And maybe wants of the heart) So they eat,drink and be merry, Then stagger out Into the darkness Filled with the nights memories, Some with tinges of regret. Eventually a hush descends, The city sleeps Comfortable and warm In Its beds Fitfully resting In readiness for morning...... Except for those tucked away; In some forgotten corner, Who as winter nights draw in Face a certainty of struggling Against biting winds With just the protection Of cardboard and paper, And only the promise of maybe For the coming tomorrow.
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