Light is flowing
downwards
Sunrays through
glass
Frozen in place
Warm sunlight split
up
Spotlights on a dark
stage
Trains, the sound,
the music
Dancing people hurry
and rush
Carrying their
things, a challenge
A crowd of rude
remarks,
Of people bumping
into each other
No time to sit
No time to stand
Run, run to the
trains
The fountain is
quiet
Echoes in the large
room
A busy Train Station
Author's Note:
This was from the Warm Up on 1/4/2013
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