I'm a crystal ball of a city you want to visit but not reside
My seasons change in a switch and sometimes collide
From scorching air to flooded streets
Will you send a prayer without deceit?
An over-flowed mail box of words formed in disguise
Answer me with the sound of emptiness but not in lies
I'm a crystal ball of a city you want to visit but not reside
My people roam the streets with tongues that died
Where is the wrong in my city that weeps?
The green is faint for my trees are asleep
I am a crystal ball that you'd easily crush and break
If only a visitor would come and not call it a mistake
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Dear Darkness
PoetryStep into a collection of poems that reflect the raw and real emotions we all face. "Dear Darkness" captures the essence of sadness, depression, anxiety, life, anger, heartbreak, grief, and even a touch of love. Each poem is a piece of my soul, offe...
