The City of Silence

The pavements The roots of the shallowed walked roads Leafs drizzling on my spongy hair Lungs of an old coupe coughing tiredness The lights resting the sunset's image Tar roads still a region away Wind slowly concluding a whistle Warmth of earth touching my womb trees sketching a name of a village tantrums hit the sky and i novel about a cloud What about a city? Where are we? No wait..swallowed words of a crocodile skin, because i sure surely compared the texture of pain with tile. I was a gender of innocence, but i tell you, yes i tell you a monologue about in and out of sense!!!! Landed far deep in the region Lashing on the day's cave Smiling beyond hallow Something of a prayer Loud leaped soil Lonely stones leaching soil Rivers bleeding salt in the tear of solid abilities Rage raining out the side road that was once history The city of no words traveling the land of character Reciting dialogues of spoken monologues Rehearsing a soul for period of time. I am a city of beauty. I am a city of seed. I am silent when I doubt my thought. I am the Silent City.....