I see vast land
Covered with vegetation green
Rooftops competing
Mirror mirror in the sky
Who's the tallest of them all
Their colours,
Inharmonious
Men digging in fresh dirt
Not giving much care to their lungs
Hopefully, pays the bills
Women at the market
Graced with groceries
A small dumpsite
A smell off-putting
Dark clouds
Trees dancing
Thankful for the winds
Swaying the branches
Every which way
YOU ARE READING
Running from reality
PoetryI write better than I speak. Poetry that speaks to the soul, flows from the endless fountain that is my heatt
