The skies gray, the streets are dark and gloomy.
The mist falls lightly on the hard, cold floor.
The city is so quiet, so deserted,
all you're left with is your thoughts.
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A brilliantly graphic description of self belief, or the lack of it. The poem portrays, so accurately, the doubts that are in most of us. You can feel the sad mood
Brillinat, I really like your stuff. Drop over to my place sometime
Steve
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A brilliantly graphic description of self belief, or the lack of it. The poem portrays, so accurately, the doubts that are in most of us. You can feel the sad mood Brillinat, I really like your stuff. Drop over to my place sometime Steve