Tonight, I will walk the street again.
Each time, I find a new path.
At night, the city is full of mystery.
Today, the weather feels wondrous.
Walking is its own reward.
I notice all of the life around me.
That storm was one of many.
They washed the city clean.
Now the storms have left.
Now the mystery is gone as well.
W. Wayne B.
Poetry book: Eyes of Hope
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