In the City

Mountains in outside world, rivers in Utopia
Rivers are delusion, Mountains are mirage
Light tides with sound waves are never end
Lights splendid, but the stars dim

A girl fell down with a screaming on the road 
Only few strangers threw a cold attention 
All souls are asking for a holiday
But, the flowers are too tired to welcome 
We got no flowers to enjoy; we got no moon to indulge
Only look beyond the high rise buildings and set off our hallucination

Mountains are not the mountains, rivers are not the rivers
You are not you, and I am not me either
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Agustin Avatar
April 28, 2024 at 8:39 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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