The empty streets…
Before me…
In the city that never sleeps…
And yet it is two days short of fifty that she is in her deepest slumber.
If she wakes,
When will it be?
After this period of slow passing time and nothing but grief.
The usual roar of human behavior has turned into just a whisper...
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I like this! Chhhuuuuttt...she is sleeping.
I too wonder when she will wake