A New York Early Morning
A six thirty A.M. train ride
from the west side
clears my mind
pushing thoughts aside
from what I did last night.
All the thoughts in the world
couldn't make it right,
now seeing everything in hindsight
with the early morning light.
Early morning make me free,
as i search for serenity
in these streets.
The city sets it's boundaries
holding no love for me,
I'd sooner prefer the sea
sink into the sallow green.
My poems/writings reflect my feelings and anything that inspires me to write the piece. Sharing them on a widescale is a dream of mine, so this is the first step. Enjoy!
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