cotton clouds
like feathers, pigments,
streaks of paint
on a starless canvas
a small,
yellow,
crescent glow,
peering down
watching
and the busy street
ignorant to it all
people reduced to a fine blur
a silent hum
a clicking heel
shadowed between buildings
drowned in phone screens
people,
people of the city,
unbeknownst to the art,
the melodies,
the wonder
about them
and within their eyes.
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Love Hate & Everything in Between
Poetrywe all have those words. ones that are best left unsaid. ones that should be said, yet aren't. ones that ruin lives, and ones that save them. here are some such words. words of love words of hate and everything in between ~~~ im rewriting these fou...
