A Small Town

There will be a town A small town That sleep now Yet it be bustling Bustling with thousands In the morning The capital town. Feet passing here, there, Shoes, sandals bodies All universes of emotions There all chatter speak Silent and go their way Of life for as life goes Life goes those ways. Yet at night Will disappear. In the morning bustling town A few ghosts and shrouds Roam in early dawn The last of more Then vanish too as smoke From a shot gun As mists of chill that fade On mere touch of the sun They fade They fade And the bustling city leave Leave to its destiny. New day.