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Member since 09 Apr 2008
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silverdays
I enjoyed this poem, just your thoughts on a quiet night on paper.
Plum
Member since 04 May 2008
Member from Wellington CBD
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Thanks Plum
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Member since 04 May 2008
Member from Wellington CBD
Posts: 147
The City at Night
The soft night air
Is settling around the City.
The lights are sparkling
In the blue black dusk.
The waters of the harbour
Are settled into calm
Reflecting the darkening sky.
There is a peephole in the clouds
Where day is reluctant
To pass away.
Looking down from this
Hillside perch of mine
I wonder about the lives
Of those tucked out of sight
By the approaching night.
Does the end of day
Bring peace and rest and thankfulness
Or sorrow and regret.
Is there harmony in the homely nest
Or discord and dissent.
Soon the dawn will come
Soon the rising sun.
A new day brings the
Chance to try again.
The chance to right the wrongs,
To do what was left undone,
To say what was left unsaid.
To be what we want to be.
Will we ever get it right
This elusive game of Life