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Beauty?

Look out of my window

To see normal life

Mediocre and boring

Same thing day to day

But as the light

Begins to fade

A difference occurs

So subtle

It is hardly noticeable

Darkness descends

As life disappears

Streets deserted

Streetlights then

Illuminate a

Hidden beauty

Hues of orange

Shine on stone

Of the road

Reflection of

The light

Amplify the

Barren isolation

Of the street

The emptiness

It is the beauty

Even if it is

Man-made

It seems unspoilt

By man

The sun rises

To ruin the illusion

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Published: Mar 4, 2012
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