Indolent Skyline Poem by Jessy Liz

Indolent Skyline

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Indolent skyline, sinking with sadness
Peaked at a grey, dull sign of madness.
Even the stars seem carelessly bright;
Perched atop the city on a cold, grey night.
Headlights peek inside our windows
As for once we don't care to see them.
And in the backseat of a quiet night
We become more than we were in the light.

Sunday, November 19, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: city,headlights,madness,night
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