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The summer breeze blows through

wind tunnels between buildings

carrying echoes of the

music of my childhood

Quickly built stadiums sway

with the feet of thousands

hopping, hoping

for one last song

Notes of daisies and old songs

brought by the heavenly

gusts of fresh air on my

warm skin on a nostalgic

summer evening

The lady looked down at the bossy child and asked

"Who told you own the world?"

"My father" replied the child, for it was true that from the time his father laid eyes upon him, he had promised his child the world.

"And who is your father to decree the ownership of the world?" she snapped back.

"Atlas" responded the child, for it was true that his father did carry the weight of all the world.

Sunsets are ephemeral

The colours splash out, blooming like flowers

It soothes me

The sun saying I'm leaving, but I'll be back again tomorrow

I hope one day someone will look at me that way

poetry sometimes