Sunday, December 18, 2011

It was you

A dirty bus stop,
At dusk, with the sun falling
It's light, a mere glow failing
Darkness begins, the wind bites my skin
Warmth leaves my body

Bus's stop and go,
Cars drive by,
People all block my view in the dark,
But I can see, that glow
That beautiful glow

I don't know what that glow is,
It shines in my eyes,
Pushing back dark,
Fighting wind,
Gives me warmth,
I can see past the bus's, cars and people
That beautiful glow,
Was you

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