Snail of life pitched
Through serpentine traffic.
This day unobserved, its light and shade,
The shape of pregnant dusty air
We think the road ahead
Could still be beautiful.
No one in this city
Knows now of the agonized tales,
We also never heard outside and inside
Of four walls, the cemented self eulogy
What would thwart it too
Not a glimmer of hope.
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