The Untold Glory

cold coffee
still bitter, still sweet
still silence
under the blanket of the street
pushed away by blinking eyes
with full stories and lies
merging burning images
into a pile of old files
getting stored away
off to the deep galaxy
darker than grey
further than enemy
and when the beat starts to play
the singer will sing
with the light watching down
and birds spreading its wings
to travel and explore
to love and adore
the colors of foot steps
walking and wanting more
like electronics and fashion
like the smell of the sea
like unread messages
the untold glory


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