Morning skylineA Poem by SleeplessVolcano
Wash-up concrete sardines
wishing for breathing space; they try to tickle the sky, but no sound it makes Renegade clouds try to color the misty horizon, but they fail. The coastguard wakes up sleepy, rebellious waves but they wished that they worked the late shift. A lonely tower jealously eyes an arrogant sky-scraper - their glances getting lost in mid-morning traffic. The sky smiles, eventually - crimson tainted sunlight sighs that morning is gone - until tomorrow. © 2017 SleeplessVolcanoReviews
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4 Reviews Added on November 5, 2017 Last Updated on November 5, 2017 AuthorSleeplessVolcanoAbout"In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to". Robert Brault Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~ Pablo Pica.. more..Writing
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