This City




The poem is about the constant changing of the city, cranes will always and forever populate this city.

This city is a work in progress;
brick becomes glass,
flame becomes sparks

Incandescence burning…
brighter through centuries engulfing the histories.

Our future builds upon these bones.

Whenever I feel broken,
imprecise in my final form,
I crane up to the tops of buildings

and I

realise that my love is
and will always be


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