ross boss

Rookie - 0 Points (22/1/1973 / ukraine)

My Beautiful City - Poem by ross boss

You are my city
the gaudy glow of neon light
that dispels the darkness of the night

Enhailing this dust flying smells ands feels like home
the cloudy weather, the dim trees, the city looked like and open book.
with nature bringing a colourful beauty to ones heart

Alone i lay on a wooden raft
my breath is void of oxygen
my heart is scribbled without rythm
to the beautiful change made by ur smiling culture

The shimmers of the moon made the rest of the city glimmer
now its clear why ure a symbol of pride

The lullaby tunes of the mocking bird awakenes momments of passion
My head speaks and so does my heart
am lost in the beautiful city and for ever i want to be
Here, laughter is a pleasant sound
it spreads joy all around
flushing out every despairs of the heart

Just for this city
i will open my eyes and ask the creator for one more day
this are my praises 4 the city in u.

Comments about My Beautiful City by ross boss

  • Micheal Udenyi (4/18/2008 7:51:00 AM)

    interesting piece
    kip up the good work.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 15, 2008

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