Moving through dark alleys
on the very darkest times
of almost all seven days
All covered with black
but only the small slit
for lookout for chance
The eyes and the ears
ready for the weakest
signalling for danger or
the bestest opportunity
Like this in his mind
while awake on bed
unable to get the sleep
Wishing and hoping and
dreaming of better times
of exciting and better deals
'realDeal' © Rob Knetsch 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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