Skyscrapers remind me of a morgue.
They are the gravestones of the city.
Once there was a desert - barren and beautiful - full of life and fun.
Ordinary people with money, looking for ways to spend it foolishly came along.
Ruining the desert - creating havoc with nature.
Skyscrapers are really gravestones - markers - for a desert that used to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem