On The Horizon

On the horizon
She could see the city

Morning with sparkles
Evenings with lights

Occasional visits
Awe and noise

Excitement and yet
A hidden wickedness

Capturing tease
And roots into chains

So she was always grateful
To arrive back home

The city…
Keeping its distance.

editors note:

With such a city, we should keep ours. – mh clay

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