Open Poetry #46 |
arrival at Brasilia |
2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
We are weeds in Brasilia, Brasilia lost in the minds, We are under wings plane We are on wings of chance, We visit a ministry out of many, Such a ministry of the fate? or a ministry of fine weather? They are so much alike and all Aligned as useful temples, Obsolete worships outside nature Vast and deserted inside time, The city is deprived of mysteries, It is a woman without desire to please Who attaches our hands in the back, It is a woman without desires That her hands exhaust the future. |
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crosscountry83 Member
since 2009-07-30
Posts 345 |
I love how you used alliteration, but on different lines. And the repetition of some words.. Simply amazing. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...James |
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