On 16nth day of December
I, alone hear voices
in distance,
rising - falling.
pray for the drowning
city, to keep time
with our peculiar
fate, we try to be
part of what we don't
fully comprehend,
soon we'll sleep
or soon will die
and dream of our
own city in a small
corner of its horizon
lights by the sky,
inevitable, cold
the tremor of the night.

Cyrus Diaz

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