I used to live for everything; for the naked trees in the autumn, for the smell of hope in the
spring. Every time that smell came I would breathe deeper.
I would look out of my window at night and see the city lights gleaming up at me, they
screamed,
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I like your Poems Chloe, intense and different.Keep on writing, keep the faith. Sláinte, David Holbrook
Chloe, reading this poem was a joy- the imagery(sp?) and wording in everything was a joy. The emotion shift was apparant, and apparant in me as I read it. I do wish the ending had been different, I must admit. I think you should have ended with and they screamed(the lights from your windows) 'you can have this. You can have all of this.' but, like I said, it was a joy regardless.: -)