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Clare Burslem

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

4 poems·Since November 2021
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Busy City

December 24, 2021

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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