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Thursday, February 9, 2012

'The Silhouette'

A dark slow night it brings to me
This moon lit shadow this man I see
His head hangs low beneath the light
His movement slow this moon lit night
The puffs of smoke set off his figure
Standing beneath a gloomy light post
I see a man bound by thoughts
I see this man and start to think
As the ice cubes rattle in his drink
This man I see his stance is art
What brought him to this lonely part?
What brought him here what could it be
What makes this man the man I see
A puff of smoke as he looks up
Then one more rattle of his cup
So I look left and look away
To think about what I might say
Then I look back where could he be
What makes this man I cannot see
Nicholas Titus
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Elena Sandu 10 February 2012
To my ears a smooth sound of wonders, whispers and peeps into the path of self..Nice write, thank you for share.,
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