This World No.2

by flick - Not entered

THIS WORLD NO.2
            This world of carpet clouds
            too grey for suummer's day
            heads hung of those once proud
            malleable as clay.
            Where once the river ran
            through trees of texta green
            the city holds its breath
            and little children scream.

Reason for writing:

    I just rattled it off really quickly in Maths one day, a friend asked me to write something and the structure probably helped.    

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1996-04-30 20:00:47
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:38:47
Poem ID: 44900

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