Franciel John Doe
along the busy streets of the 6th avenue
Along the busy streets of the 6th avenue, the gardens are empty of tulips and violets
Lamp posts flicker and phone booths are filled with faceless strangers
Children are running, one after the other, jumping, skipping, smiling as they go
In the distance the cars move slowly, their honks resemble an elegy I wrote for you
I tried to look for you but all I saw were stop lights, smokey air, noisy mouths, and busy sidewalks
The hands of time are rushing, hastily passing me by
Pushing away the colors and hues and shades of clouds and sky
They all sing the song of my soul's longing for you
They all tell me that I can never again have you...
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