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Bristled greens veil
endless roads,
unknown whispers
slither paved trails.
Streetlights swallow streets below.
Rays of art engulf the sky
from high above,
traffic crawls to a defined slow.
Red lights ablaze
tickle faces in sheer dreams.
Humans in line,
waiting for their ways.
Worry, dread, fear.
Lives unknown,
feelings unexposed.
Blithe, excite, cheer.
Which lives have touched each skin
with imprints, memories?
Who has calmed the fire
that emerges from within?
What do you think it means?
Any suggestions/things to change?
Remember its not done
endless roads,
unknown whispers
slither paved trails.
Streetlights swallow streets below.
Rays of art engulf the sky
from high above,
traffic crawls to a defined slow.
Red lights ablaze
tickle faces in sheer dreams.
Humans in line,
waiting for their ways.
Worry, dread, fear.
Lives unknown,
feelings unexposed.
Blithe, excite, cheer.
Which lives have touched each skin
with imprints, memories?
Who has calmed the fire
that emerges from within?
What do you think it means?
Any suggestions/things to change?
Remember its not done
