Darkness, shadows, and a city without trees pass through time.
Where have all the lights gone? An old man screams from the corner of an abandoned house.
Soft white clouds drift slowly.
Am I close to my destination? A tiny bird clings to a faint light's tail. Suddenly, a storm swiftly approaches.
Everything is drenched in rain.
Muddy street splashes burst through broken shop windows.
Why is no one here anymore? The old man's voice echoes faintly in the heavy rain, blending with the cries of the sightless.
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Author:
Shahla Latifi (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 26th, 2025 13:13
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
I like how you examine the insanity of the scene you cojured. It is a really good wite. Quite beautiful in essence.
Thank you for your careful attention to this poem.
Quite a metaphor in this poem a lovely write
Thank you very much.
Most welcome
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