| At night, the TV tower is peaceful,listening to dreamy clouds humold fashioned tunes about brokenlove and sherry wine.Rage comes with the morning sun.All day, the tower screams how luckywe are to livewhere the sungives away so much goldevery day.Mirages invade the city,evening seesthe whole sky burning.I close my eyes andlower my head like a liar,longing for night to fall.© 2007 adk/ andrédekorvinAndrés VersePrevious Post - ODE TO MOTHERhttp://apoeticjustice.blogspot.com/atom.xml
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