Busy City

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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