The night covered the sky,
through a bus window I saw it all.
How the last beam burned down,
and then there was nothing more.
The one who talks to me,
appeared in the reflection of glass.
Its voice can sometimes loud be,
oftener i hear, more lonely I feel.
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A Dimming Mind
PoetryA preview of a few poems from A Dimming Mind poetry collection. - I've pondered various ways to describe this book, but none felt right. It's not your conventional book-it's a collection of memories, my memories gathered over the years. The first po...
