streets
the streets got cheap thrills---gutters that drink filth and pain--hustlers to sell dreams to the dreamless-addicts with poison in their veins-children playing deadly games in ghetto hells--throbbing neon makes promises it cannot keep---comes a morning sun with the promise of warmth and hope and the streets are born anew at each am.The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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