The City

You’re a city skyline.
As the tranquil sun
Disappears behind you,
I can see every tower
That you’ve built out of fear.
I can see their fragility,
And I’m left in awe of their Beauty-
Of each silhouetted building,
And the story of it’s construction.
Because it isn’t perfection that makes a city beautiful,
But rather the empirical, acute imperfection.

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