A poem

[aeico]

The city leaves a brighter shimmer
a far a view the heart of gold
He who seeks withholds a wiser
the thought we all reach to hold
As night fades away do always remember
that morning comes with a brighter day
This city that we are calling home
It waits until you've succeed.

Comments

[doitvoluntarily]

nice work 👍

[aeico]

thank you :)

[riskdebonair]

Nice!

[aeico]

thanks!

[michellereneekid]

Beautiful poem.

[aeico]

thank you very much :)