Solitude


The Parade

From the window shines a light
Through the attic day and night
One by one the fun is made
Broken windows on the parade
Passers by shoot a glance
Silence remains amongst the stance
The cold draws near
The sun declines
To stay awake and off it shines
Like a lighthouse in darkness the streetlights fade

Lisa C Wilkinson
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Poetry by Lisa C Wilkinson
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Written on 2006-11-02 at 12:23

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keith nunes
haunting and eerie - nicely done
2006-11-02