Tagged "poems"

Lisa Mona

My Mona Lisa is spoilt; I can see the strokes of dirt on its once beautiful and mysterious smileI can literally see through her, she is not the same.I used to stand in the museum all day long, marveling at her cruel beauty.I always had the impression that…

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We live in cities

We live in cities with garbage piled high like mountains upon which homeless people sit like monarchs in their own world. We live in cities where bees attacking protesters are seen as witchcraft doled out by the opposition. We drool over cars that accommodate four despite their size and look…