The sun goes down
and the lights shine bright
piercing through the dark sky of the night
to illuminate your soul.

 

The blue glim of the sky
filtrates through the leaves
of the trees.
It seems
that if I keep moving forward
I will meet the horizon.

The dogs rest,
tired from the day full of scorching heat.
The plants stand in rows
following a pattern.
Those standing outside
provide a shield
to the ones planted inside.

The lights gleam in irregular patterns
of the buildings, not just streets.
There starts another construction,
another plan to be made concrete.
The buildings sore high
when dreams should be touching the sky
People use malice for grandeur.
Where there are no neighbors.
We see only passers-by.
Welcome to the city.

Welcome to the City

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