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Maybe the World Is Not a Very Narrow Bridge

The song of a distant lullaby comes from a place of longing...

By Gabriella MayerPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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The song of a distant

lullaby comes from a place

of longing for a better world, conjugating

syllables for bonding, trying

to hope you do have friends as

your tears fall under the Manhattan stars

hoping

it was true, not left behind

as apparently Brooklyn does to people.

But to the light we sang

To the darkness we bowed

To the dawn we touched hands

To the midnight we closed our eyes

To the twilight we leaned our heads.

The break dancers do their same routine

and the homeless continue to play chess

until long in the early morning

Empire State one color a night

indecisive of its life in lights

too far for her to decide if she's blind.

sad poetry
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About the Creator

Gabriella Mayer

I’m a recent college graduate who got a BA in Comparative Literature and Creative Writing at New York University. Avid reader and book hoarder from a young age, poetry keeps me sane. My full writing portfolio: clippings.me/gabriellamayer.

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