Shining like blue beams was the city we love.
A top towers and rockets was the city above
After we being torn from the sky we know
We shot laughter and scorn towards the city below
And launched 117 feet to the city above
Killing hours of play as a labor of love
We saw where the water falls would flow
on the crystal caverns of the city below
Upon finding only enemy!s in the city of love
And grunting at the slopes in the highlands above
We latched on banshees to where the winds won’t blow
And plunged through the darkness towards the city below
2 comments:
hi there old friend.. ^_^ how our writing...
Hey Gerald, what's up? I haven't been writing because of college and it's getting hard (Bio major). Plus, I can't get into writing like I used to. I would usually go into this certain mood and my brain would automatically write poetry. Now all I can do is post old poems I've written.
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