Monday, 22 May 2017

Walk on a night

Walk on a Night
I went on a walk
I went on a walk
With nobody
Saw a garden of flowers
Saw a crowd of lights
Saw a number of beggars
It pained me to see them
My bed and their bed
A cosy warm mass of cotton
A stone footpath
That's the difference

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