Speeding down the busy streets
Swerving through the speeding cars
Pair of feet, tapping on beat
With my eyes quickly dart.
A buzz of words; not enchanting nor special
The polluted road; seemingly superficial
I sniffed the smoke, I cough and told—
"What an atrocious scent! What a resemblance of home!"
Here I laid down my suitcase
Along the paved, tessellated sidewalk
"We've been littering around, I just know and see"
Till I kicked a can, down the mucky black should've been.
Wanting the bucolic, wafting freckles
Seemingly, all I want is to crawl and imagine
The folks around me, I immediately told—
"What an atrocious scent! What a resemblance of home!"
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Telling My Own Thoughts; Short Poems ✔️
PoetryBook 2 of the "Short Poems" series. - - - "Applaud like there's no tomorrow; live like there's no such thing as sorrow." - - - (NOTE: THE TITLES OF THE POEMS WERE ALL GOT INTENTIONALLY CAPITALIZED ON THE FIRST LETTER OF EACH WORD FOR AESTHETIC PURPO...
