The London mist
came today to our streets
silent morning appease
soft cast of rain about no notion
stillness quivers with knowing
moist my frame of thoughts in reach
steps in my care free stride
carry weights of nostalgia
my eyes are warm
in tugs and pulls of their baby fists
parts of me
grown solemn troops of tomorrow
treasure remains
timeless priceless heartache
even memories fade
deeply welled it's next coming song
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