A thousand concrete lines
Littered with old cigarettes
A thousand leather boots
A network of footsteps
White blossoms of old gum
Blooming like lichen
Watched by the sun
As it travels miles across the sky
Illuminating truths and revealing lies
The pavement sees a thousand lives
Fleeting, passing,
hoping to survive
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Words And Oblivion (#Whattys2017)
PoetryRhyme, words, rhythm, and oblivion. | Crack open my soul Feast on my love Use my words As boxing gloves | - E This includes some dark and depressing poems, while others are uplifting. • If you are one of those who doesn't feel the need to push on a...
