This town

in poem •  7 years ago 

This city is here
How many dreams break every night,
Regular rally arrives
The surge of broken tears roll.
.
Vegan cheeks passed in the morning
The sun dried the face,
Tamarind face reflections,
Smoke, trouble or happiness
.
The heart of this city is broken,
Regular daily rules are like work.
Look anywhere from here
As people are machines
.
For whom the heart burns
Does the smell of the burnt does not come?
What he again
Someone's dream is drunk!
.
may be!
This city is heart-breaking art,
So everyone has gone to war in art,
The battle is also artistic.

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good poem..carry on man

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nice poem.. thanks for post

welcome 😊

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