The cityA Poem by BeccyThreads of blue showing through, a little green, some flowers too, that vie with people, mostly grey, shuffling all the live long day; trapped in this dull and drab machine with precious little time to dream; A small eternity contained where none dare break the binding chain. Yet though the city may not know the jackdaw from the clever crow, or how from field to crowded shelf the country brings its untold wealth; there is a magic to be found on every corner, all around; Where fortune's fate is bought and sold and all the streets are paved with gold.
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12 Reviews Added on February 16, 2015 Last Updated on February 16, 2015 AuthorBeccyUnited KingdomAboutI'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..Writing
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