There are no easy roads.

Street lights still hang.

Ever so mysteriously by night’s glare.

Grave gazers still know the secret for infinity’s love.

Pain learns to stay…

With or without reward.

Sad goodbyes, linger long after the spoken word.

βˆ‡

As narrowing sky falls to the ground…

Dressed as, urban decay.

Sultry poignant awe grabs the dreamer.

And, creates poetic disarray.

βˆ‡

Perhaps, neither plight nor fight stops some in their solid stance.

Perhaps, it is simply the chance to join in the dance.

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