In a white room
With black curtains
Near the stations
Black roof country
No gold pavements
Tired starlings
Silver horses
Ran down moonbeams
In your dark eyes
Dawn-light smiled
On you leaving
My contentment
Ill wait in the queue
When the trains come back
Lie with you
Where the shadows run from themselves
At the party
She was kindness
In the hard crowd
Consolation
For the old wounds
Now forgotten
Yellow tigers
Crouched in jungles
In the dark eyes
Shell sleep in this place
With the lonely crowd
Life in the dark
Where the shadows run from themselves

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