Ghost Cities – a poetry card

ghost_cities

Ghost cities

on my

mind

Diisconnected memories

exploding from my

brain

Lemon yellow

tasteful vibrations

escaping from

both hands

Can I ever go back

to times

of peaceful

nothingness?

I’m afraid

its too late

I hear the marching drums

echoing just outside

I’ll wait and see

what

tomorrow

brings

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