A walk

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How

i love to

walk. Walk until

the streets are empty and the

last fumes of a decaying day loses it grip,

embracing it’s own death. I walk, just like you. With what

conviction, do we dare to say that we know at all where this road leads to.

Strangely bizarre, is the night, distantly a stranger, again. Up there, there

is a smell of drunken stars, spinning so fast. Still baffled by

the long walk, I contemplate how to unite

with these nocturnal

dervishes.

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~ by Aquatic Poetry on October 17, 2010.

2 Responses to “A walk”

  1. Wow you catch a moment in time with words, words that bring a feeling and mental picture. I often think when i wake early and go walking, i feel that all of nature and the world is mine alone… but then the world wakes up too with news headlines and stories of disaster… we get glimpses of that peace i think… in our dreams and aspirations… Thank you for writing this poem🙂

  2. Thank you for reading this poem Trev. Maybe there is always peace. Maybe we ourselves create the chaos. Maybe it’s an orderly disorder? Malene

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