I watch as the firetrucks and ambulance speed by,
late at night.
I feel the window shake,
I see the red lights, passing by.
I hope you're alright.
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Incomplete thoughts.
PoetryA collection of words that convey incomplete stories from my mind. Some mere sentences, some paragraphs with misplaced conclusions. A fragment of a picture.
Firetrucks
I watch as the firetrucks and ambulance speed by,
late at night.
I feel the window shake,
I see the red lights, passing by.
I hope you're alright.
