My City
The city was paved with emeralds,
Reflections of the green beer bottles.
Labeled with strings of gold and silver,
Tissue paper strung from house to house.
The peoples hearts were pristine,
They lurk in alleyways not seen.
And time here seemed endless as a circle,
newton balls colliding with the next.
Love is to less of a word to describe
my feelings for this place, I breathed in
the emotions of the trees, I sought out the
wild grapevines, sailed the crystalline waters,
and whilst this happens, I find, that it is not
where you are for life to matter, it is simply
what you want it to be.
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