City Poem by jose sarang

City



City
NO 13
Is crying,
Like a Fly, spider webbed.
Crying like a sheep tied.
Knife wipes the tears
Rain rains in pain
City will be in flood in a moment
Cars
Cries
Byes
Good byes
Wet smiles
Cornflakes
Dead fruits
Frozen fish eyes
Fried dreams
Packed creams
Bottled streams
City will be flooded in a moment

City
Wednesday, June 8, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
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