My mind recoils
At such astrosities of a condensed world
Where muddy feet would zig zag
And shoulders would press against one another
They grip their coffee cups
As if it were their whole world in a single palm
They march towards oblivion
Without relishing how precious time is
Their profound memories
Would flash against the sky
Slowly fading behind skyscrapers
The day would end
But the night lives on forever.
-y.a
So what do you think? Any opinions and constructive criticisms greatly appreiciated.
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