Thought Stream

I’m standing here,
Lonely and cold,
On a bridge in the middle of the night.
I’m looking to a place,
Somewhere in the water,
Thinking of the past.
The water catched the moonlight,
Just like my thoughts.
They’re locked between me and the water,
Hidden behind the shadows,
Waiting for the sunrise to escape.

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