City Lights In Winter.
The city lights glow
over me
In the winter
snow. The night is
A calm medley of
bitter cold.
In Boston, a river has
gone over
The banks, causing it
to freeze
In the streets, and
some cars
Are stuck in the
ice. It is a quiet
Way to end the last
day of your
Life, without anyone
even knowing
That you are
there. Some people did,
Perhaps, but they are
gone now,
And as the snow swirls
downward
From the sky, the
light grows dim
In your everlasting
mind.
All is quiet. The street has been
Flushed. A life has been finished.
Over and over again,
lives are finished.
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