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.....
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