Someone is singing
'Though I cannot see her, someone is singing'
By L.J MoorePublished 11 months ago • 1 min read
Foggy Morning https://www.istockphoto.com
It’s a Friday morning.
The fog rolling in thick
across the Common.
Parallel lamps buzz down the streets,
and though I cannot see her,
someone is singing.
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The bus firmly crowded.
The walk risky with wind
chilling the damp-bone,
and though I cannot see her,
someone is singing.
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Ghost cars waiting dully.
Their form rippling in mist
and though I cannot see her,
someone is singing.
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It’s a Friday morning,
and though I cannot see her,
someone is singing.
-L.J. Moore
About the Creator
L.J Moore
UK Based playwright, screenwriter, author. Probably writing, definitely drinking coffee. My work includes: LGBTQ+, comedy, optimism, folklore, fiction & poetry
Comments (2)
Wow, beautiful and kind of errie , love how you described the scene.
good . please take a look at my profile