Rain dances on the black tiles of a roof
And trees rustle slightly, their wisdom perused
By the studious eyes of sharp, young minds
As the library hums with life of all kinds.
It's the perfect place to spend my day
Walking through forests and caves
Build, create, grow from a seed
Into murals, models and immersive screens.
Peace breathes in time with the clock
As I learn what I haven't been taught
From the safe distance of a computer chair
Surrounded by others, a feeling so rare.
It's been forever since I've used a strict rhyming scheme. Very tough for me, though I feel this time the rhyming helped me build my lines. What did you picture for the first 2 lines?
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Cement City
PoetryHow to capture it all? I was no photographer My paint brushes, I have retired And words simply do not belong On a cover The same way they fit In my mouth, or march along the surface Of these pages. How to capture it all? The sounds, the smells, the...