The City.

by Ace Spade   Apr 18, 2007


The slow gray Moon
The deserted Streets
The dead silent wind

Peek of brightness form afar
Life comes threw the roads
Noise of breathing and life
The forkful wind pushing along

The slow gray Moon
The deserted Streets
The dead silent wind

Another Day Comes
Another Day Goes

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