The stars shone brightest tonight;
the lights too, never dimmed
The pointless cheers of the drunkards,
all too well to be filled
The streets were jammed not a pin,
neighbors who greet with greed
People who were never happy;
a smile to lit their empty sheets
The curtains swayed with a hush,
as if the wind was speaking
Little did every reverie comprehend
why the candid seemed too weak
It was this, and this only:
the ceasing world outside the lattice,
the dying laughters of powerful men
the faint clashing of wine glass,
and every rumour that spread this town;
these will only be thought in this four corners
And so all the tears that had been shed in silence
-hush 10:11pm
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Poetry"i have nothing to write i am not even free not until i find the sugar for my coffee"
