If I could run a city,
It would be filled with happy people.
It would have bright blue skies during the day,
orangey red skies at dusk,
midnight black skies at night,
and violet skies at dawn.
It'd be partly cloudy.
The city would be filled with skyscrapers.
There would be fields of deep green grass,
and beautiful red,black and white roses.
There'd be yellow sunflowers,
and white daises.
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Black is Poetic
PoetryA collection of terribly written poems... All written by me unless said otherwise. *there might be some possible reading triggers so please don't read if you are sensitive to depression,suicide, etc...*
