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[title] => I Walk The Streets At Night
[time] => 2004-08-22 11:41:45
[hometext] => Inspired by a scene from the movie about the life of Earnest Hemingway as he and his friends walk at night looking through the windows into high class restaurants. This echoes my life in some ways perhaps, a stranger out in the cold in the dark of night.
[bodytext] => I walk the lonely streets at night perusing the tell-tales of life slowly borrowing the sights window to window and door to door. Such Visions my only respite for fate does tend to deprive the flavours of simple delights the warmth that love does adore. Out cold on the pavement I sit looking in through the mirrored veils the laughter that others partake are but echoes on stones that disappear. Whatever was for me to keep are shadows wreathed in darkness deeper still like clouds in the wind's violent wake and the drops of a vanishing tear. What views that I ever survey are but moments lost in a dream every touch that I though I did feel are suspended beyond all my grasps. My wishes grew beyond this grey hoping to be on the other side of the gleam for colours to brighten my faded reel and whispers teaching me how to laugh. But I still wander the streets at nights without doors nor windows to open for me for in the cold on the pavements I sit without hope nor the warmth of a love. The avenues are all locked up tight what ever is there for a soul that is me forever dancing the night's silent beat wishing at the moon and the stars far above. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Baronhawk [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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