C’est un jour de petites merveilles [This is a day of little wonders]
A Cigarettes burning at both ends kind of day
One of those that comes along
When you’re just ready to give up
And you’re not sure of anything but
The color of the haze: grave nondescript shade of animosity
C’est un jour de petites rêves [This is a day of little dreams]
Where the sprinkling lights of downtown
Blend into a fuzzy reminders of
Discothèque music and mid morning tonics
Skin on skin fairy dances
And black and white shudder pictures
C'est le jour qui changera le monde [This is the day that changes the world]
A Fireworks of the brain light bulb kind of day
One of those that makes you think more of the future than of the past
When you know as the light gets in
It will stay forever
Tangibly pushing against the menial thoughts of self
C'est le jour du monde le fini [This the day the world ends]
The Orange Fanta drips from her pale lips
It bubbles, shading freckled skin
Coloring fantastically within the lines of flesh
Here come the flashing of the siren’s highlights
The casual destruction of another government statistic
C'est le jour je trouve moi-meme [This is the day I find myself]
. And the poem overall was very good, I loved your images and the sentiment. Great job.
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