The Clumsy City
I wandered on streets of that clumsy city,
Like a cloud that hangs below the sky,
And sits over the hills, dull and so heavy,
Then it breaks into tears silently over the night.
The glowing moon stretched through to the dewy grass,
The crystals shone, the ghost town streets' lights,
My stealthy steps tapped, and maybe echoes of breathe,
Amidst a dense thunder of inherent thoughts.
Dense masses flew and hugged with a spark,
Like shooting stars; bright and quick,
And roared; soaring high in the squall,
The city was a horror in a dark movie hall.
I jumped and jumped, but reached no low end,
My singular wish, to fly high, we meet on wings,
They scattered, larking far away and beyond,
Left still; longing in brainstorm like a lost dog.
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