The past days

April 18, 2018
By Anonymous

I cross my eyes with my metropolis
It glistens with movement and color

The noise of trains, trucks, and cars blasts
they are to adjacent to me

Skyscrapers scrape the sky
A beam of little particles
The dusty bright

Streetlights glow blindly in front of me
Shining strongly
Showing shimmering scintillant

Stories of blocks
Rainbows stacked upon each other
Sum up a broad architecture

The guardian now looks
Solemnly at the architect
Wondering what felt like
To be on the carpet floor
All those years ago



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