My City
walking on the dry grass
with blades kissing the feet
a hevenly air wept all across
clouds will welcome my
presence
peace rules even in such chois
and no trace of any being so
found
grass and grass everywhere on
ground
when speak anything, talk to
ownself
such figure of a city i have
imagined
to frame such a deep quality of
motion
city full of happiness and joy
and pleasure
once it will happen, i am sure
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