City Life
Waiting in the big city for some love and salvation. Everything tastes of the bittersweetness of the blues and struggle. We ride towards the horizon of beautiful people smiling down at us beatifically from their giant hoardings. The night sky has no stars, no hope of the cosmos and none of the sweet romance of counting bright things in the sky. We only lie beneath the upturned bowl of ink watching the pigment slowly flow away towards the edges as morning approaches. The night colour passes and slowly the glare of day fills the glass of the bowl. We bake quietly beneath, all the while scenting our lives with our hopes for love and salvation and staining it with the blues and the struggle.
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Bless your heart! You're too good.
-Gayatri
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