Is your heart still wild;
I wonder,
as fog silently lifts off the Potomac.
I am not sure when
the rains started,
but the noise
falls into the fog.
The district seems sleepy,
and I am tired too.
When is it time?
When did the food lose it's taste?
When did adventure
get replaced by routine?
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 12:46 PM UTC
Is your heart still wild;
I wonder,
as fog silently lifts off the Potomac.
I am not sure when
the rains started,
but the noise
falls into the fog.
The district seems sleepy,
and I am tired too.
When is it time?
When did the food lose it's taste?
When did adventure
get replaced by routine?
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