Dark clouds hoover,
In between walls ghosts roam.
Street meets street as I walk to and fro,
Tall buildings blocking the sun.
Rain falls and it gets darker,
And this is the existence I find my self in.
Cabs honk as they pass,
Trailing them leaves as dead as I am inside.
In my garden is where I feel alive,
Oh from all the concrete around me.
Now for sure I know I was meant for soil, sprawling land, and blooming flowers. And that's why I am moving away!
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Gal Mux
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Hall of mirrors
Things used to matter, before all the noise. And at that time when things still had meaning, there had been dreaming too, when dreams still mattered. And the brightest dream from those times was full of mountains and seas and smiles and the types of passion that absorbs you the way a dog is absorbed by witnessing something for the first time: with absolute presence, and awe.
By Giulia Viti6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
This is beautiful.
Oh I've always dreamed of moving away from the hustle and bustle of the city to live in a cottage in the woods, far away from humans and civilization. I loved your poem!
Ahhh yes, and the ending is just right! 😁
Great one❤️📝💯❗