The City Poem by An Angel Without Wings

The City



The city is busy, bustling, free
Exciting, new
In the Urban Jungle, no where to flee
Buildings stand true
Too many street lights, one can’t see the stars
Gazing out of windows high above cars
Not always safe
A lonely waif
Bittersweet but strange and bizarre

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