The moon was full,
the land was lit up by the town's light,
I can't see the stars from my city,
under the thick Cape of Smaug and neon light,
you can't hear the wind waving through the grass,
making a steady song for the chorus of birds,
that sing in the night,
you can't smell anything but gasoline and grease,
from cars and restaurants,
people can't experience the food that the trees and wildlife provide outside of my city,
where the air is clear and fresh,
here,
the air is thick and hard to breathe,
unlike outside under the blanket of stars where I want to be,
the fresh air,
the sweet sounds,
the plentiful food,
out of this city,
under,
the blanket of stars.
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Random poetry
PoetryThis is going to be my poetry book where I set whatever poetry I want here. ( rated mature for language, and possible violence)
