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The Little People

Beneath the glare of billboards light breathes flames
Off cars buses and pavement those flames speak
And they create feelings hard to replace.

Buildings caress the clouds space replaced
Attitudes are unseen as anger speaks
Arguments sparked from heat ignite more flames.

Fear becomes pressure burned beneath what speaks
This city has presence you can't replace
But it thinks thoughts as different as each flame.

That sparkling light and the astonishing brilliance of it is
an apparition where flames actually breathe on those
chosen to replace flames and change...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 8/19/2015 6:24:00 PM
Imaginative bug illustrative!~Olive Eloisa
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Date: 7/25/2015 1:30:00 AM
Your Little People is inspirational!
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Date: 7/24/2015 2:16:00 PM
I like your Little People.I enjoyed the magic triolet. I feel like looking from a skyscraper, or like in a poem by Farlingetty:In the centerof attention .As well it reminds me :Brown...as atmosphere.I am the cat climbed on the moon.FriendlyO.B.
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