When all the waves crashed over

December 11, 2018

I’ve built my city

beautiful and tall

Lights beaming, neon glowing

After years, my city was finally built

Its atmosphere clear

Until the blue sun rose

& changed it all

The blue sun beamed for months

& moved all of the skies clouds

Into the tall buildings I grew for my city

Then one day the green moon came & shined so bright

It made the pink ocean fill with so much rage

Its waves finally came crashing into my city

There were stars inside it I did not know of

They broke the glass windows of the buildings

And finally set free the clouds

Inside my precious, beautiful city

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CaseyrosalieJan 13, 2019

<p>Hello, if you could give any advice on how I can make this poem stronger for readers to feel more that would be very helpful thank you! </p>