The city wakes
And stays the same,
Seeing off the people run;
The city smiles
And sunshines
Having, obvoliously, fun.
The people curse
The gentle rain
They grab the hamburgers they drop;
They miss the so desired train
While damning news report.
They go ahead
And bark the life
Having overslept again;
The argue with
The switched light,
Forgetting to
Just wash and shave.
They hurry up
In mild mist
Of bustle rush
For vain things.
The dreams behind
They tend to leave,
Assume the truth
Which money gives.
The city pities
Those freaks
And blows all puddles
Right at them.
The day is full
Of cheeky things
Which are in fact
The day's anthem.
The city wakes
© Copyright: Мария Нойер, 2020
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