A Crowded Place
Drowsiness envelopes...
Under a starless night
Where light from an old tungsten bulb
Faintly penetrate a tree's thin leaves
My mind seeks a nostalgia I never seemed to find.
A faint cold breeze blew,
Whispering memories of a distant past...
I yearn for the wind
For the rain and the storm
Though it reminds me of a certain death...
My Death.
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