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Poetry By: skydarkangel26

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Submitted:Feb 28, 2009    Reads: 110    Comments: 4    Likes: 0   

I sit here smiling,

While your city burns,

Your lips whisper questions,

I began to laugh because i know the answers

I know the answers and i told you once.

The voices of my friends and unknowns ,

Tell me not to worry.

It bothers me because my city has already burnt.

My city has already burnt;

Nothing was left but smoke and cinder.

I want to rebuild my city,

So it can stand tall and beautiful.

You still stand there questioning why,

and im slowly strolling, slowly dying.

Only thing left is to laugh.

The rivers are already filled with our tears.


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