Along the busy streets of the 6th avenue, the gardens are empty of tulips and violets <br /> <br />Lamp posts flicker and phone booths are filled with faceless strangers <br /> <br />Children are running, one after the other, jumping, skipping, smiling as they go <br /> <br />In the distance the cars move slowly, their honks resemble an elegy I wrote for you <br /> <br />I tried to look for you but all I saw were stop lights, smokey air, noisy mouths, and busy sidewalks <br /> <br />The hands of time are rushing, hastily passing me by <br /> <br />Pushing away the colors and hues and shades of clouds and sky <br /> <br />They all sing the song of my soul's longing for you <br /> <br />They all tell me that I can never again have you...<br /><br />Franciel John Doe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/along-the-busy-streets-of-the-6th-avenue/
