Lament for a City

A bit of an oldie I’ve had stashed away for a while. I haven’t delved into prose or anything of the kind much before, but there’s a first for everything!

I hope everyone’s keeping safe during this time!

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Fair breeze,

Do you hail one that I knew half a world past?

Did you spring from its bustled streets,

Or water rippling by?

Did you rise from the leaves of the auburn sun,

Or groves cloaked with mist?

How I wish to accompany you,

Back to hear the bell’s toll.

To listen once more to silence beneath trees,

To write again in the chill before dawn.

Yes, perhaps I shall meet you there,

Once more upon her streets.

A place of quiet worship,

A city that never sleeps.

And should people question where I go,

Be it work, travel or knowledge?

I shall tell them,

Put simply,

‘It was there that I left myself,

‘pon one lost, golden day.’

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