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Dystopia
It wont be long until the sun rises,
When it peaks over the surrounding rooftops,
Glinting off the windscreens of the moving cars.
The tranquility of a few birds calling,
Broken by the roaring engines.
What was meant to become Utopia
Has become Dystopia...
When it peaks over the surrounding rooftops,
Glinting off the windscreens of the moving cars.
The tranquility of a few birds calling,
Broken by the roaring engines.
What was meant to become Utopia
Has become Dystopia...
Published 10th Nov 2009
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26th Jul 2011 4:45am
.."a few birds calling,
Broken by the roaring engines.."
Such a fine example in how man made things interrupts, halts, and snuffs out everything nature. Well done, I love it!
Broken by the roaring engines.."
Such a fine example in how man made things interrupts, halts, and snuffs out everything nature. Well done, I love it!
