How I See The Sunrise

A normal girl on a normal street,
listening to the sound of her feet,
as her numb toes hit the ground,
little roads wind round and round,
the same walk to the same school,
the wind blew so bitterly cool,
every week and every day,
she walked the very same way.

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A normal girl on a normal street,

listening to the sound of her feet,

as her numb toes hit the ground,

little roads wind round and round,

the same walk to the same school,

the wind blew so bitterly cool,

every week and every day,

she walked the very same way.

Mornings; always the same,

never look back whence she came,

down the street, around the corner,

never getting any warmer,

across the roads and past houses,

not a single soul arouses,

deathly quite, no cars around,

like every other, holds no sound.

Down the cracked old worn path,

past the warm steamy village cafe,

the air around, crisp, cold, cool,

As she entered the gates of school,

next to buildings and other rooms,

still and silent like ancient tombs,

through the entrance of the hall,

a shadow looming, great and tall.

Finally reaching her usual spot,

where she stood, sat, leant a lot,

silently, slowly, surely sinking,

back into her usual thinking,

she stared across the car park,

while walking, it'd been dark,

but now the Sun was slowly rising,

her imagination was surmising.

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