Posted in Australia, Love

Composed upon a White Night

Melbournians circulate savoir-faire

in chambers of light, music and motion;

a coagulation of devotion;

virtuosity the hub of this square.

Pumping throughout the veins of the city

a plethora of colour; projecting

a collective nucleus connecting

in an atrium of urbanity.

The ground beneath me sending pulsations

a transient nuit blanche chasing the dawn

a sense of belonging; quite a sensation

when you are gone; I, we, will be forlorn.

For you are the heart, the soul, of us all

you see us; you hear us; we can stand tall

 

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Author:

I like to think I'm a story teller. I love stories. I believe the world is filled with stories just waiting to be told and learned. I enjoy travelling down the road less travelled, with my iPhone and journal in each hand. Here you'll find all my poetic musings... Enjoy!

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