By day the city
Looks grey and bleak
A Presbyterians
Dream place
Cold overcast pall
Of unrelenting
Dulness
But by night
The city
Transforms itself
Into a place
Of light
Beautiful and
Bathed in
Golden hue
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Poetry allows us to condense our human experience. This blog has original poetry and comment on poetry especially modern, contemporary and radical poetry.
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1 comment:
What a lovely poem,
Good luck with your writing.
Best wishes,
Annie
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