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From top to the ground

By Francis LPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
Photo by Lucas Ludwig on Unsplash

Form over the world,

whose I saw it has been whirled ;

On my skyscraper

I could dream for a longtime.

But then, however,

I get down from my tower

leaving the power

I hoped having forever.

All I remember

vanished swiftly into slime ;

a quick stream of steam

appeared as in a bad dream.

But that was all truth

even if I believed in couth -

human inventions

are brittler than intentions ...

It's only one small,

very weak event which crashed

upon that big, tall

concrete and metal mast bashed,

My point of view from the sky

crumbled with a fast last fly.

By Dan Seddon on Unsplash

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Francis L

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