From my vantage spot by the window
I looked into the darkened street.
Only a crescent moon gave off any light
As all generators had been hurriedly turned off.
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, A nice poetic imagination, You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
A murder most foul. An innocent man falling prey to the bullets of policemen. In all likelihood, this will be lauded as a big achievement when there was none. Isn't it a white wash? Thanks for a great poem.
Sleep will not visit me! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.