<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=542097" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Compilation of Memories</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Newspapers are wet<br>on the cold cement<br>in bits and pieces<br>they speak from under my shoes<br>the ink<br>flows into the gutter<br>swimming with the rain<br>and captured industrial smells<br>I love this city.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The light from storefronts<br>seeps out<br>from the windows and doors<br>trying to warm<br>the streets<br>spills over onto the sidewalk<br>makes puddles and pools<br>one with the water<br>I love this city.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind sings<br>as it blows<br>the cold on our faces<br>ice does what it is told<br>it hurts<br>and then loves<br>embraces us in its strong arms<br>but we already are free<br>I love this city.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rust on the fence<br>smiles at me<br>as i silently pass by<br>on my way across the world<br>the map<br>in my shaking hands<br>is wet and smeared<br>but i can find my way and the rust is happy.<br>I love this city.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun comes out<br>slowly like she is afraid<br>but no one will hurt her<br>she is their hearts<br>my feet<br>are tired<br>the city’s sorrows found them<br>and told them how it feels<br>to let it all fade and die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=L%27Angley+S+Delmonte">L'Angley S Delmonte</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=542097" data-title="A Compilation of Memories de L'Angley S Delmonte" data-description="Newspapers are wet on the cold cement in bits and pieces they speak from under my shoes the ink flows into the gutter swimming with the rain and captured industrial smells I love this city. The light from storefronts seeps out from the windows an..."></div> </div> </div>

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