My Old Aged Town
Figures
drawn by the sun,
golden rays
on the banks of the pioneer lagoon...
the tiresome round running
serving as a sight to the sky...
accentuated geometry in
dizzying obsession
naturalness
and artificiality
in the aged city...
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2023
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