MY City

I sit here

Realizing I'm in a lost world

One that I never belonged to

I wish to transverse to a solitary universe

A city

A city of art, of love

Tall skyscrapers tickle the clouds - also known as the birthmarks of the skies

Harmonic balances are the blend that breeds within its residents

The residents range from the all colors of the rainbow - some as tall as the those skyscrapers

Each one, vigilantly peering over the safety of its equals

I watch them as peering into a snow globe - in fascination

With a burning yearning of the desire to be within what is found in that globe

My city, my city of love and art

 

 

[This piece is for public viewing only. Therefore, it is not to be of profit to anyone but the writer, Jenny Colon, herself.]

 

Reviews

[Z]

The imagery and symbolism is so beautiful in this.... I feel like I can really see the city you speak of.