in the spring darkness
I see tiny birds darting
over silver tracks
pink light city fades,
the grey-eyed windows staring
back – reflecting east
and you, seaside fog,
you stop me seeing the street
lights I once beheld
I see tiny birds darting
over silver tracks
pink light city fades,
the grey-eyed windows staring
back – reflecting east
and you, seaside fog,
you stop me seeing the street
lights I once beheld
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