Lost (part 1)
By Beyond Zion
This twisting street, Littered with beggars is familiar. These lamps that cast shadows over dirty sidewalks are draperies made to disguise it's apathy. Past the park, I remember the breeze. And, as a blanket of newspapers frolick in the wind His footsteps echo. (He's coming) Written March 6th, 2002 © on Mar 06 2002 07:35 AM PST 0 • 10
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