walking down pineapple avenue at night

it's so quiet out here at night -
deserted road,
we can just stand in the middle of the road
and get lost in the shadows
as moonlight gently plays
upon our soft ethereal faces
and the surface of the trail

sodium-vapor lights
the exteriour of the empty walls


Poetry by Thomas Perdue The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-12-08 at 17:03

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Nice one. The poem itself - ethereal