A friend in need
talking with breakneck speed
gifted this story to me
Listening as cars drive by
loudest screaming lullaby
My senses rang
as my eyes dried
gazing up into the sky
concrete jungle never dies
never sleeps
alive with artists
junkies
creeps
Sights and sounds
landmarks dot enormous towns
splashing radiance all over us
catch the subway
hop a bus
life is calling
so we answer
time is moving
faster and faster
We're not at fault for loving this
close to heaven where we exist
top floors scratching clouds
careful treading
it might get loud
Gazing up into the sky
the concrete jungle never dies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem