The City - Poem by Michelle Rowe
The pulse of the city probes vehemently, seizing the hearts of the enamored.
Quickening steps caress
the swollen masses huddled tightly.
Jewels of glitter grace the horizon
dazzling a million eyes.
The clamor quivers throughout
masquerading as a thunderous roar.
The far reaching vision embodies darkness and moonlight vaporizing into one.
Hushes are over powered by
vibrant levels of eruption.
The fragrance of the city prevails
and implicates us in its plot--
to embrace incessantly its nucleus.
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