The city is an ice field,
solid and cold.
The ground crunches when we walk,
And people breathe smoke, like exhaust.
Dead things sag, awaiting rebirth
And the people say,
"It will happen"
"It will come"
"Something must be done"
Everyone is hidden
They hide their faces and their hands,
Protection from the cold.
It bites, makes us turn red.
I sigh, and look up towards the shining sun,
and walk homeward across the green grass,
seeking warmth.
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That just popped into my head all at once, and I had to scramble to write it down before I forgot it. Weird, I usually have to exert some kind of effort when writing something. Still, I like it.
solid and cold.
The ground crunches when we walk,
And people breathe smoke, like exhaust.
Dead things sag, awaiting rebirth
And the people say,
"It will happen"
"It will come"
"Something must be done"
Everyone is hidden
They hide their faces and their hands,
Protection from the cold.
It bites, makes us turn red.
I sigh, and look up towards the shining sun,
and walk homeward across the green grass,
seeking warmth.
________
That just popped into my head all at once, and I had to scramble to write it down before I forgot it. Weird, I usually have to exert some kind of effort when writing something. Still, I like it.
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