28 April 2021

Forsaken City

Poets have
Cried in
Rhymes.

Tears of
Painters
In dyes.

Symphonies
Wail while
Singers sit by.

In a hopeless
Regime. Of
Homeless desires..

Words written
By little boys
To collapse...

Even the 
Sea breeze
Mourns,

In the city
Of forsaken
Tonight. 
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