Walking at midnight
Fragile in the rain,
I watch the streetlamps sway
And the headlights gleam
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rain, dark bars, loneliness- you build the mood and then the final lines... so touching; God at the bus stop thanks Mamta
I can just picture you walking through the night surrounded with these thoughts dear Uriah. The image of the 'dark bars' and parking lots in the second verse would make anyone feel as intensely as you describe. Fine penning from a poet at the height of his powers.
My dear Uriah, this is exceptional. Great atmosphere, and beautiful, profound imagery that cannot fail to touch the souls of your readers. My applause. Always your friend, Sandra