
Seeking green
Seeing gray instead
Looking to the East
Walls on beaches
Walls over trees
To the West are houses
From bamboo to concrete
Nothing left of memories
Dust, smoke, hubris
"Poets, priests and politicians..." I fancy myself one, I almost became one, and hope never to enter the field of evil schemes and broken dreams...So I will stick to the first entry in the quote. It could be good, middling or brilliant. You be the judge; I will have the last say.
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