summayya Posted May 10, 2009 Share Posted May 10, 2009 By the dying sun I stand above the world. From the rubble of old furniture a rat runs away, I can hear pregnant life pounding under my feet. Its family hour; roads slide into houses, warm with fight and love. The birds gossip in their nests. Far away drops a lone kite into the skeleton of our city. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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