Ship Of The Open Air Poem by Green Peace
Ship Of The Open Air
Barren, unsophisticated high seat-
Yet can glance the palaces, towers, sky-
The ship of the desert
Linking people and destiny
Freedom of thought and bumpkins feel the fresh air, ecstasy
Scented, sophisticated low seat-
Restricted vision, see the front and eyes on toe
The quadwheller of the city
Closed windows, restrictions
Rigid, stereotyped, smell the fuel.
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