I can hear the beating of those
sleeping in the crystal city,
below the lazy illuminated crown.
The stars are my only friends
as I walk the desolate streets,
they sing a melody.
Steel bridge above the river
overgrown with sunny shadows,
the cold water had me curious.
About the different colors
of buried treasure,
and how life is so mysterious.
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Dismal Skies (Poetry)
Poésie1st collection of poems (Complete) Dark pieces about life to make you think and feel
