Adrian de León
1 min readSep 22, 2020

In the city,
there are too many sounds
we ask for too many pounds

I find peace,
where the headstones lay
with those,
who long for yesterday

or do they?

It is among the many,
that loneliness calls
upon the weak darkness falls

So the sun has risen,
above the cloud,
The “I” in me,
moulds in the crowd