Day 13: The City
Lost in the view
of a beautiful street,
a load of wonders
lies under my feet.
A puddle of rainwater
shows my reflection,
smiling as I look upwards
at the place that nears perfection.
Once a calm atmosphere
engulfing your whole heart,
the now bustling city
rips my soul apart.
So I sit by the stairs and pick a paper
to write on and fold into a bird;
then I let it hover and fly away
with a message to The Alley's Third:
"To the random child
that wanders here
and lives for fairy lights:
Never forget
to tell the kids
of cliches under starry nights."
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A/N; This one hits home so deep I can tell you a LOT has changed in the city I've spent my childhood in.
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