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The streets have grown cold
I can't get lost in this city anymore.
The nighttime silence shakes me to the core
And memories are making me feel old.

I miss the solitude of lonely
I miss the dangers of new.
I came to this city with dreams of you.
I'm going wishing you never knew me.

I don't know if I'm right
To pack up and go
And leave you in your messes alone
But sometimes you have to give up on your dreams.

Just for the night.
The difference between a master and a beginner is that the master has failed more times than the beginner has even tried.
Read this somewhere.
Your efforts are determined by the targets and goals you set for yourself...so make sure you set them high.
 Aug 2020 Amara Alma
Billie Marie
The point of a flower is not to pick it
and arrange it like so.
The point of a flower
is only to witness it grow
and then die
and grown once again to Be U Ti Ful
 Aug 2020 Amara Alma
nivek
tapping into the very many varied vibes
one has to choose, to some extent
which ones to highlight in ones verse.
 Aug 2020 Amara Alma
nivek
Imagine
 Aug 2020 Amara Alma
nivek
Bunting and flag waving
bands and parades
Heaven must be wonderful.
 Aug 2020 Amara Alma
nivek
dying in the midst of living
in tune with nature
is the song you silently sing, always.
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