Amsterdam Twilight
as the cold canals criss-crosses
on the banks bicycles bounces
there i sit and totally resist
the beauty that implodes in my brains
on a lovely evening in Amsterdam
on a bench near a blue pram
i sit and write, in joyful delight
about child, sky and living life
even the tall trees do feel proud
to be standing beside a monument
how can i not feel the light
of a mighty great generation
even the shadows have many shades
and i sit and do contemplate
about death and about life
and my poetry about twilight
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