The Lost City
The night comes
in a dark shadow
through a scene
of a battlefield
enfold with a
shattered dream
comes a legacy
of a story to tell
the streets remain in a
silent echo on the stage
whisper of wind
murmur in shed tears
in every breath of life
is at a state of crisis
with a convey message
by a death sentence
from the disaster war
bring a sense of fear
from the witness
of the atomic bomb
consume the soul
with despair
sending a chill down
to the spine
haunted by the
pass ghostly spirit
through the breeze
of dancing thick air
scattered mask fright
filled the atmosphere
with terror
memory imprinted
with heartbreak
of a sorrow
in the lost land
that it calls home
Written By: Hanh Chau
Copyright © Hanh Chau | Year Posted 2025
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