Busy City
Technicolor world
vehicles racing faster
streaks of bright colors
flowers on the side
showing their smiling faces
through the thick asphalt
hurried people walk
not bothering to look down
stuck in their own worlds
the trees sway, tired
from the constant rush of wind
as swift cars rush by
horns honking, kids play
flashing lights and new loud sounds
normal city day
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