My city walks back home,at
The dawn of a dusk...
Untold stories,and accustomed lies
Linger,tired in a day's traffic...
The metallic streets sleep,to
A filthy lullaby...
A barbet loses her voice,to
The stale song,of a city crow...
You walk the road,another day,unnoticed
The fall of a dusk.....
The dawn of a dusk...
Untold stories,and accustomed lies
Linger,tired in a day's traffic...
The metallic streets sleep,to
A filthy lullaby...
A barbet loses her voice,to
The stale song,of a city crow...
You walk the road,another day,unnoticed
The fall of a dusk.....
and in the light of a dusk the gateway of a different world of night ..the so called time to have the 'restless' rests.
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