I feel the city waking up as the lights begin to go off, as people walk the streets and as I see the sky, that is not black anymore but a blue pink color.
The school bus is slow but I appreciate that, because I get to see the day wake up once again.
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PoesíaMy mind is like a poisoned apple. From a simple glance, everything seems fine. But once you taste it, it becomes a whole different story. . . . Highest Ranking: [#66 in Poetry]
