The beautiful sound of the rain
in the middle of the night.
Awake and asleep, light and dark, life and death.
A beautiful abstract painting—because life
is no longer real.
The soft touch of those painted flowers.
The dazzling NYC skyline—but right below:
a lonely street with figures known as
pedestrians.
The time it takes for the seconds to turn into minutes.
Life—out of which poetry is made—and death.
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