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I miss the softening glow

From the rooftop of home, I know

Sun setting out in the west

Over the river, Mississippi’s best

Laughter and music flows from the south

Awkward romances that never have drouth

Connections are found and simply become lost

Floating down, a gentle coin toss

The trolly goes by, the last one tonight

A hustling crowd strolls out of sight

The moonbroch can be seen from the top of my world

A bird is in flight, we sing, and we twirl

In an instant, it happens, I see the dawn

Another night in the city has transpired and gone.

Much Love Much Life