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Stepping out of the wide parlor,
I'm here alone facing an endless clamor.
I can't handle this fallacious bright glamour
where people are busy filling the city's empty spots.

Where are the trees that once stood in glory?
Stones are sweeping streets leaving us to worry.
Large museums replace previous and superb story;
celebrating fascinating perspective in closed tableaus.

Tall buildings are blocking the boisterous sphere
and call for clouds that lost their privacy and sheer.
Oxygen is sneaking through the lungs with wasting fear;
where's the fresh breath that used before to enliven the soul?

Birds are bored from new comers and fan
slipping like flying feathers after an unjust tan
escaping the shots of passing or pointing gunman.
They were used to create hubbub spreading along our way.

Decades or years passes like sand
and seconds slip softly from our hand.
Rushing thoughts and hast are all what stand;
no more drift to think, evaluate, or contemplate


Hurly-burly all the way
Early fume in space still sway
Fairly blue sky spins pale in May
The flower's scent enchants lost memories.

Back and fro losing my hailing hope
Early times are reveries of a once was scope
Fairly through lunacy, I wander just as a mope
The intrusive scenes lop off all of my dust dreams.