Leaving Whispers in the Streets

Autumn windows stare out on to

Winter streets

A freezing chill

Pricks the skin

Deadens the fingertips

Fast approaching six

For some the working day is

Almost done

The hustle and bustle of

Moving feet

That feeling of freedom

And yet…. vagueness

haunts the streets

The real and unreal mingles

In the air

Routine camouflages the truth

Secrets and desires

The look of longing behind

Sore eyes

Concealed in each extinguished

Breath

Evaporating in the night sky

Leaving whispers in the streets

Each one to its fate…..

By

Paolo Michell

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About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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