Tag: trochaic

Through the window I look out quietly.
Night dark, lights shine, cars run, people pass by. 
What another day so boringly normal.
Like stars come as long as sky doesn’t cry. 
I drink icewine with a piece of cookie,
While enjoying busy night of city. 
How late did they work to go home so late, 
Earning just so little sum of money. 
I close blinds to shut out window of life. 
Good night to the city’s empty faded sky.