Starting today I'll be writing poems here. Hopefully one for each day of the year. Read on to read my first poem.
The Street
It was a day like any other day,
but not unlike the day that passed.
And today, I watched people make their way,
the time, passing by so fast.
In the midst of a sunny afternoon,
the humid air was sticking to my skin,
much like a problem yet so picayune,
only to get back to us with chagrin.
I could've walked on the street,
with the people, made my way.
Or someone new i could meet,
kill this desire away.
And yet today was just like yesterday.
I just sat at the parquet.
not wanting more nor dwindling away,
I let the time pass me by today.
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