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Lylock Feb 2018
In the small hours
I walk
And feel the sleepless city sleep
And empty streets

The sky above
Is still
Despite the stars

If the sun never rose
I think that right now
I'd be happy
Wick Nov 2017
1 a.m in the morning
walking the streets
basking under tangerine lights
not minding time as it fleets

the cold morning wind
punctures my skin
a smile plays on my lips
savoring the sensation it brings

I inhale the silence,
embrace the softness of the morning
a warm piquant feeling
seeping through me

I feel the cadence of my footsteps
the symmetry of the streetlights
I even felt the rhythm
in the flickering of the store signs

and oh! how the stars shine in the moment
millions above lustrously burning
in the sky
now my heart
as they permeate my being

1 a.m in the morning
while walking the streets
I have found peace
in the city that never sleeps.
I stand rooted to the ground
afraid to lose this this trice that I have found
trying to preserve in stillness
the nonpareil that is peace.

it was a feeling that i never believed that i could ever find here in the city or anywhere actually.

— The End —