The city.
The city.
Walking in the city,
stranger among strangers.
High buildings,
blocking the sun to shine on me.
Feeling trapped between concrete,
bricks colored yellow, with a gray shade.
Flowers behind walls of glass,
reminding me what nature used to look like.
Walk to the bench of the city square,
pigeons around me, searching something to eat.
One pigeons flies upwards the blue sky,
hits the electricity wire, falls down crippled,
remaining alone, with a broken wing.
The pigeon reminds me of me,
trapped in the city.
High buildings,
blocking the sun to shine on me.
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| Auteur: Dylirium | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 16 januari 2006 | ||
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