A car, all hazy from the smoke
goes through the web of narrow streets.
And where normal man would choke,
it dances to the city beats;
With men and women weak from dreaming
of better days and better lives,
With widows that are always weeping,
wishing for life to bring them lies.
The web is shaking from the music.
It seems the city comes to life.
Yet, in the shadow Death is brooding,
she's set to plunge them with her knife.
Two angels, black and white, are sitting
on tallest building of the world.
They watch a quiet, eerie city
until the lightning strikes its bolt.
Then they go back to their bidding,
one straight to Hell, one to the Sky.
They feel amused, yet they feel pity.
Why can't those poor humans fly?
Тhe city
© Copyright: Jentos, 2004
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Thank you, A lovely poem.
Do you mean
They feel amused?
Regards )))))
А Н Е Л 06.11.2004 06:18 • Заявить о нарушении
Do you mean
They feel amused?
Regards )))))
А Н Е Л 06.11.2004 06:18 • Заявить о нарушении
Well, yes. The feeling was ment to be that of a child wondering why can't a puppy talk. They feel amused and intrigued by the puppy, yet there's a feeling of dissatisfaction in it. I hope I am clear...
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