The clouds are gray in
the orange background.

In the early morning of
a busy metropolitan,

chases the running hours
that go on forever.

It is not what I conceived.
It is what I perceived.

Heads turn to miracles,
coping from heartbreaks and failures.

It is not what they wanted.
It is what they experienced.




About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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