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Treasure


In the silent night

The streetlights shine so bright

Beautiful shades of red and orange ,glisten in the water

More fiery than a lighter.

It defines how I'm a writer.

I've never witnessed something so breathtaking.

It's so fascinating

Making the evening around me more ravishing

Bold foundation balcony

You somehow make it all balance

Show me your hidden talents

This starey night shows so much passion

It brings so much attraction.

What a treasure this night is

I am nostalgic in this gay moment 

The sharpness of the Autumn breeze

Almost makes me freeze.

The city is so timeless

So lifeless,

then again it is rememberance midnight. 

And everything shines in the moonlight

I know everything is going to be alright.

It will soon be sunrise

And then daylight

Then all the memories will go back to hiding 

Riding me of my findings.

Beautiful treasure of the night

You remind me of my fight

To live my life.

Beautiful treasure I will miss 

I'm glad to say I cherish this

Good-bye my treasure city

 

 

 

 

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