2:13am

Fluorescent lamp against the walls- 
A glow from hidden music 
Soft blues- the hues- the mood. 

The lights of the city 
quietly illuminate the sky. 
It casts harsh shadows. 
Small, pointy clutter fades, while 
large, smooth shapes come out. 
There is no door- only one room- only you. 
A life- nostalgia- memories. 
They say there's a magic here- 
that time stops. 
It's 2:13am- still.
-A.Sah'94
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