Looking at the concrete jungle around
The world of bright soulless screens surround
I often feel this is the wrong era
To have lived lives like mascara
Will there be a day
When the broken pieces are found in the hay
But oh the legs do run afar
Coming in circles to the point of war
Someday if the clocks do turn
I wish to be dancing where passion burns
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Cat's Tail
PoetryJust let out the thoughts through ink otherwise it will let out blood. Author's note- Read all you want Take shelter and heal if you can But don't take the burnings of my soul As they will turn you to coal In short, please donot copy.
