Colour Green
Wandering the hills of my city with my mind ajar
A craving for the unknown a cliff of curiosity within my mind
Here, I live upon the toes of death and life
Each one with a gravitational pull stronger than my own will power
I exist as two entities
Crossing pathways of carved emotions derived from various streams of collateral damage
Breathing upon the shining city, I become one with my home
An empire of skyscrapers tilting the axis of thought and disrupting equilibrium
A syntheton of imitations and realities
In this city, lies my soul
In this city, my soul finds peace
This poem is about:
Me
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