Swaying high above the lights
Tranquil
The cities drunks and third shifters paint a lullaby on the rails
We ride them to our home, Adding and subtracting
Strangers with faces
They all have faces
Short
Tall
Long
and sideways faces
The days night reflects off their faces
We all sing our own tune of the day
But we all sleep under the same stars
A contest entry
- JUST WRITE ME A POEM by Swan song.
2400 points, ended September 20, 2008, 40 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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vERY GOOD AND VERY ACCURATE AND WISE
Thak you for entering this was good will read again
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