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Portraits in the Night
My voice vibrates off the empty streets,
echoing in the night.
The glow the street lamps illuminating
the brick buildings centuries old
Their character leaping from the stone.
The rain glazing the alley
washing away the clutter
Shinning up the dingy street
The gleaming gray sky
Glorious cement hues
Sending me into reflections
As I stare into translucent puddles
Beneath my feet shuffling feet.
The colors and the shadows dancing
Illuminated by the glow of street lamps
Painting portraits in the night.
