First rays of sun, the blinds
stayed open all night
hoping for light to get in.
The morning sets, slowly
but surely,
Washing away the night’s sorrow of leaving…
Soon, so very soon.
It is Copenhagen silent
just now, as I
long to hear that call in the dawn…
Stay, don’t go away!
“I can’t” I would say
Heartbroken, and defeated
by fate. But,
In my heart, I’d think
“I found a reason,
the reason to fight dullness.”
Everything stands still
except a whisper in
the cold cold wind,
“Farewell”, it murmurs
And the dried up vines just
shake their dried leaves
approving.
I walk passed
the sleepy bicycles, stacked
to warm each other
waiting to go
somewhere else.
The smell of fresh bakery
The sound of the city
awakening.
“Wait!”
I thought I heard…
“Wait!”
But I only turned
To see my own shadow blend
leaking in the paved road’s crack…
Teary eyes making
the last sights a little blurry
Leaving yet another piece
of me in the hands of the City…
Until next time, maybe…
Cyranny's Cove 
I hope you’re having a fantastic time on your trip, Cyranny! I hate so much that it has to end.
My favorite imagery from your poem:
“the sleepy bicycles, stacked
to warm each other
waiting to go
somewhere else.”
Very nice. 🙂
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sometimes our own shadow is the only thing that sees us, understands us, touches us – everything else is apart, distant, separable, discrete … our shadow knows us like nothing else can …
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Thank you Cristian 🙂
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