irenio irenaeus bero
City Of Pleasures - Poem by irenio irenaeus bero
Tall buildings and churches
Places of entertainment
Could it all be the reason of the world’s predicament?
Different smiles and faces
Walking towards their dreams
Hoping to embrace their visions
Lover’s promises unfulfilled
Mother’s hearts singing happily
24-hour bars and restaurants
City of pleasures is always awake
What a despicable shame these vanities
Become at the end of the day!
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