Winters in this city, jeeze they are cold
winds kick a frozen play
so biting and bracing it is
in the big apple city of hope
I love to walk down 42nd Street
have a coffee at the Grand Central Terminal
sipping slowly, watching the people go by
pad and pen in hand writing my life away
Nice place New York, a place you feel hidden
no one has time to notice you
and in the winter especially so
when it's biting in the big apple
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 3:06 AM UTC
Winters in this city, jeeze they are cold
winds kick a frozen play
so biting and bracing it is
in the big apple city of hope
I love to walk down 42nd Street
have a coffee at the Grand Central Terminal
sipping slowly, watching the people go by
pad and pen in hand writing my life away
Nice place New York, a place you feel hidden
no one has time to notice you
and in the winter especially so
when it's biting in the big apple
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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