[Descant]
A strange thing,
this geometric
city living.
The night sky
is always pink here,
with residual heat—
I’ve never seen a star,
only the boxy glow
of the higher high-rise,
the landing lights
of planes swallowed up
by clouds (I assume)
no birds, no breeze,
just isolated trees
and the audible gradients
of interminable descent,
and I always wake up
tired. Selah.
OPTIONAL POETRY 
serene
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thanks!
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i’ve painted an image in my head. nice.
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Glad you liked it!
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The visual expression is vibrant. Very nice 🙂
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Thanks Hannah!
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Aye, that’s the city for you.
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Right? I used to feel so at home here…
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Sad but true
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thanks for stopping by!
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Good tone of alienation. Ever tried haiku?
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Thanks! And I admire haiku but haven’t made many attempts on my own… someday 🙂
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Imagery! I can see the place in front of me. Keep up with the good work!
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Thanks! Glad you liked it 🙂
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