Cats In The Can With The Broken Broom

Summer again has come and gone… A cycle that constantly repeats… Apparent in the dim light of dawn…  While the cold of night retreats…

Ground rumbles as trains near… And night slowly turns to dawn… Airplanes straight lines glow in the clear… While heavens lights turn on…

Warm breath cuts the cold night air… Like a hot knife in butter…  A cats in the can with the broken broom… While his buddy shrieks and shutters…

Silence in the city is hardly silent… And dark is never dark… Contrasts that conjure the violent… A negative urban remark…

Peace is relative… Most of us want it on some level… But only have so much to give… World peace starts with personal peace… A rare feeling for most of us… But not an impossible one…

take time to find your peaceful place – chriscondello

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  1. Beautiful! Great rhyme and rhythm : )

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