A dying sun gasps into filthy rivers light.
Birds cry into their branches.
An electric car picks up the day of discarded hope.
And cleans the grass.
Flowers curl and sleep.
The traffic song opens cracks in pavements.
The cracks in pavements open for sound.
A lonely girl cries into splintered concrete.
How sad the empty park of mind.
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Author:
River123 (
Online) - Published: March 10th, 2026 15:49
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 1
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