by Maria Bertalan

Created on: September 16, 2009

I quit it cheerfully in the morning,
Head raised, as I should do ever.
Present in my body, and soul.
Pulsating life forever,
Grabs my attention, I test ...the streets.
A lot of people in the filthy sidewalk.
Young and older children.
Impose strict eye on their journey.
They don't see...What me...never feels, want running.
I know I'll be again invisible .
Oh, poor me ... I'm already in the blaze,

The roadside lamps, - received sight.
Shove me in a big group of dudes.
The remote beeps in my ear came thundering a train.
The only way...or not, I say ...
There's something strange in this system-bustle?
I feel ... will always to ask ...
The stratosphere never answered ...the streets had a masc.. No!
To yerk my shoulder ignorant, incomprehensible drag ...
Looking up at the sky, I see the sun to come out anon.
Woke up,the first sunbeam behind the skyscrapers.
The noise is compounded by grinding wheels.
The beauty and the street in front of me ,but also the faults.
I see trash, old couple, children without parents.
And birds, and hungry Doves,
Looking for fallen seeds, followed by pecks ...
His eyes wild as he looks at me who's eat enough .
I looked for embarrassed in my pocket again,
Morsels,and couple crumbs I brought from home for them.
I told...for the poor sparrows who eat and flow up the blue.
I only mumble the mass of people ...who ,I think a part of some voodoo...
-Have a nice day ...

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