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The Face of a City

The city I see
A place of honour.
I was served a sea-tea
In this city
Cos I’m a visitor…
My guts don’t want me to leave
It said stay and live.
Oh, I love this city
No oil but it greases
No rain but its fruit are natural
I wish to be lost by its lustful atmosphere.
In the day,
Businesses are buzzing
And, I heard of its night
Is a string and jingles
Of twinkling lightning
Like stars not from the sky
But from Heaven.
Till the day I’ll witness its night,
I have to go now.
An adverbial form of time not noun.
Till my path cross your path again
We shall meet in fain.

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