Smoky lips murmur
Strange harsh consonants
Stinging to my ear
We are parrots
Tropical and colourful
Amongst blackbirds
We try to fly straight
But end up flustered
This sky unfamiliar
Here architecture towers
Intricate designs like the sprinkling
On an already elaborated cake
Gold abundant and common
Rich amongst the poor people
Does no one notice?
We cough in the fog
Smoky tinged with tobacco
Cigarette butts scattered
Like fallen leaves crushed
Under our feet as we wander
Exploring their culture
Breathing, no choking in
Unfamiliar air still
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Tears Of The Rose
PoetryA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...
