City Life

The city lights
Which attracted once,
Now frustrate
As they never turn out.

There is no difference
Between day and night.
Night can become day
And day, night.

She put her hands
On her ears in a haste
To shush the ugly noises.

She wishes for someone
To listen to her thoughts
To know her soul
But everyone is busy
Working for the city life.

In the city noise,
She has lost her voice.

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Souls that Listen

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