This Town of Spires.

Watching the people go their ways,
Some in couples and others alone.
Walking, as I do, on the pavement
Following my own direction.

I look about this town of spires,
Their choirs now silent and no hymns are sung.
Their voice relegated to the past,
Like so many vague memories.

Searching the skies, rain drops may fall,
Spattering upon the path I walk.
I figure maybe the clouds will burst,
And the streets be washed of people.

I fear not to be left alone,
And I will to walk in the deluge.
The rain may pour and I may enter
The calamity of the storm.

From adversity there bares hope,
I see light beyond these blackened skies.
Beyond these turgid but empty streets,
It’s lying past this town of spires.

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