Walking alone by the river side,I look at the smiling stars.
They have something to hide,
The clouds- abettors in their mischief.
The winds tease me with wicked whistles,
Someone yowls from the field of thistles.
They shall not get what they want.
The night is cold but not intimidating
A train runs in the distance, wailing.
A car drives by but does not stop,
My heart beats faster, clickety-clock.
I put one foot in front of the other,
The silence tries to taunt and smother.
I look at the smiling stars again,
I lose control and fall. Amen.
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