Time stood still...it's been a while since i've last wrote my thoughts. And yet no major change...Same old problems, same odd differences, same mean people, same mad world...and still the same me. At least i like to think that i'm the same!
"It's been awhile since we've last spoken,
Mists of time have covered the suffering;
People are heading through their homes,
Bearing the scars of the madness claw.
Streets are yet poorly, but lights yet glow,
Giggling children playing a soccer ball
Striking the walls, raising the dust above,
Then sprightly shouting:"that was a goal!"
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A cat is climbing lazily a vineyard sprout,
A dog is barking the intruder's approach;
The moon comes out with a silver glow,
The city is dressing up with a grey hood.
The time stood still, for a few moments,
And thought starts yelling inside my head,
The memories that once were well hidden
Now are coming alive, stroking my senses."
November, the 15th, Izma Mitzinger Residence - written by L.C. - Izma Mitzinger
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