The skyline rises pretty high
The horizon hides from sight
Buildings arranged like lego blocks
And come in shades of white
The evening sun hides behind
The farthest, furthest high rise
Thats when you catch me staring at
The ombre red that slowly dies
My desk is filled with empty packs
Yet eyes are filled with awe
Cause i look not at the dingly cell
But the view that lacks all flaw
The negative spaces filled with green
Bring warmth up to the eye
The tiny dots of life in there
Brings meaning into life
Hope is that i could reside
Out in the open air
While the sun is roaming proud and free
I sit in a box and stare
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Willful Verses
PoetryWords. Words are power, words are hope, words are comfort and words are strong. Specially when they are intertwined into beautiful strings of lines which weave into verses and ultimately gives us warmth in the form of a poem. Everyone has there un...
