Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Warsaw

                                 Plac Konstytucji




Subway trams, hustle-bustle of the square,
Plac Konstytucji at the break of dawn,
And this morning so calm,
Like a dealer of patience,
At a breaking-dawn of madness.

And the lives roll on, and mine I have paused.
So where are we at? As alcohol consumes my mind,
The sky darkens, rain clouds and winter, call.
But life, it rolls on, and on,
Only in increased dimensions.


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