As I reached
the climax,
as the cadence of
my sonnet picked up
for the final yards,
I could see the
insignificant cabinet ministers, the climax,
as the cadence of
my sonnet picked up
for the final yards,
I could see the
honking and coercing
their hatchbacks to work;
in sorry solitude,
moored in sombre delusions,
secluded from the love
only an early morning
spring sun shares.
Hunched over a
wheel of less fortune,
towards Notre-Dame,
from Tuglak's ruins,
towards false promises...
The forgotten
ugly bastards
of a Millenium City. |
| Pic: s13.zetaboards.com |
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