nikberry

An amber glow gives shades of grey.

Cyclopean figures cast a tint

Of empty colour, in an empty street.

Where dark and vacant windows stare,

Autumnal trees their branches bare,

In quiet leaf-fall

Indian Summer in London.

Distant traffic softly coos 'Life!'

Still, even now, someone lives,

And goes about their business.

But here? This cold, dark, starless place,

That endlessly I could pace,

Never...
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