Fifth Avenue At Twilight

Across the moonlit painted skies
The lonely windows weep
And in their faces candles creep
Much to the night's demise
Shadows walk the alleyways
They slither through the grime
Crooked top hats droop with time
Deflecting others' gaze
Trees are few and weak under trial
As smog accumulates
And all life slowly suffocates
Under its ashen smile

poem by Argentine Tango
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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