When the sky opens up,
it pours poetry
pitter pattering lullabies on the roofs
bleaching the earth chocolate
emanating petrichor,
creating rivers
flowing through the lanes
that in no time
quickly fade into
puddles of reflection
where my city blushes
seeing itself, bathed
fresh and clean.
When the sky opens up
It pours poetry
and when it stops,
my city glows with a poem
leaving me in wonder and
awe,
oh what
a beautiful
poem
my city has turned into -NP.
DU LIEST GERADE
Prose and Poetry
PoesieBecause this is how it goes: We dont read and write poetry because it's cute; we read and write poetry because we are the members of human race. And the human race is filled with passion, and medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pur...
