City in the Sky
April — Poem Prompts
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1 min readApr 3, 2020
The city was old, tattered.
Buildings once standing tall were now crumbling, some fallen.
A city once pulsating with the noise of a busy population, had moved on.
The Great Migration… they said.
End of times.
The city folk had migrated through death to the great city in the sky.
